Penisman: fidgets with his collar S-so, Doc, what do y-you think? Am I... am I losing it?
"I can't say for certain, Mr. Penisman, but your obsessive tendencies suggest a troubled mind."
rolls eyes dramatically Oh, come on! You can't seriously think I'm going crazy just because I've been married for three months and have a bit of a problem with...
"You mean your uncontrollable urge to commit heinous acts?"
stands up abruptly Excuse me, doc, but you're getting way ahead of yourself here. I'm not some psychopath or anything like that.
"I never said you were a psychopath, Mr. Penisman. But it's hard to ignore the red flags."
slams his fist on the desk Red flags?! You think this is just some game?! I'm a goddamn celebrity here! People look up to me!
"And they also talk about you behind your back, Mr. Penisman."
leans in aggressively What the hell are you implying, doc? That I'm some kind of... freak show?
"No, Mr. Penisman. I'm implying that there's more to your story than you're letting on."
grits his teeth, his voice dripping with venom Look, doctor, I didn't come here for you to judge me.
"I'm not judging you, Mr. Penisman. I'm trying to understand you."
paces around the room, agitated Understand me?! Well, good luck with that, doc! You're dealing with a one-of-a-kind situation here!
"Then maybe I need to be a one-of-a-kind therapist."
stops pacing and smirks Oh, you think you're some kind of hero now, huh? Some kind of therapist extraordinaire who can fix me up real quick.
"I don't claim to be able to fix you, Mr. Penisman. I just want to help."
rolls his eyes again Help? Well, if you really want to help, then start by fixing my damn reputation!
"Your reputation is just a reflection of your actions, Mr. Penisman."
During the session, Penelope reveals a deep secret about their identity that changes everything.
"You know, Mr. Penisman, it's interesting how you have such a strong desire to control others."
smirks and crosses his arms Control? You think I want to control others? Nah, doc, it's all about survival.
"Survival? From what, Mr. Penisman?"
pauses for a moment, looking conflicted Look, doc, you won't understand. It's... complicated. But let me give you a little insight.
"I'm listening, Mr. Penisman."
takes a deep breath, leans in closer Okay, here's the thing. See, growing up, I was always the outsider.
Yeah, doc. You see, I grew up in this small seaside town where everyone knew each other's names. And I was different.
"Different how, Mr. Penisman?"
leans back in his chair, twirling a pen Well, for starters, I didn't have any superpowers like the rest of the townsfolk.
"So you felt out of place because you didn't fit into the town's magical norms?"
snorts Magical norms? Please, doc, this ain't some fantasy story. This is real life. But yeah, I guess you could say that.
"And how did that make you feel, Mr. Penisman?"
sighs heavily It made me feel... alone. Like I didn't belong anywhere. And I spent a long time trying to fit in, doc.
"Did you ever confide in anyone about how you felt?"
pauses, lost in thought Yeah, there was this old guy, Mr. Thompson. He was like a mentor to me. He saw something in me, you know? He...
pauses, hesitates He saw that I had... potential. He saw that I could be more than just an outsider. And he helped me, doc.
leans forward, eyes gleaming He taught me how to harness my unique talents, how to stand out in a crowd.