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Mr. Fiddly-Dink visits his psychiatrist.
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| So lemme get this straight. You say you think your body chemistry is somehow...disoriented? | |
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| I think I know why you feel the way you do... | |
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| I feel as though I'm not in touch with my 'manly-side'. Frequently, I find myself subconsciously reaching for my crotch, but I can't feel a darn thing. Only awkward and unfullfilling confusion... | |
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| I believe your manhood has been misplaced... | |
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| ...And whenever I'm arroused, my head starts to throb violently... | |
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