What did you eat as a child?

Plain.

How was your mother dressed as she fed you the plain kefir? Were her breasts exposed?

Sigh.

Take the blueberry, explore! I have a great story to share with you about my experience with blueberries.

TMI, Sandor. Carl is asking for help. Get serious. Treat him like any other patient.

This client you mean? He's a friend and I like sharing.

I think I'll get both. My breakfast moods are unpredictable.

Cop out. You're avoiding the issue.

I think I may even mix them together.

I have a story about mixing to share.

Sigh.

Anyone?

Politely decline.

Got some creativity to attend to Carl?

Ignore him. He's acting infantile.

Ignore the infantile Alfred, and it only gets stronger and stranger.

Feeling inferior today, Sigmund?

No, he's just excessively extroverted today.

Over-compensating.

Still in the park watching a woman smoke a cigar.

Fine.

Leave it, Carl.

She's merely expressing her animus, her inner male self.

Animus envy maybe. ☺

Doodles.

Exactly.

Any screaming babies?

None.

Sounds like you may be dead on the inside. No life. You're stuck with an Id that has cake but can't eat it.

No, something transformative is about to happen. I feel it.

Hi guys.

I told you Sig.

What's goin on fellas? I haven't spoken to you for while. Felt like checkin in.

Hello?

Sigmund is feeling dead inside. He can't talk.

I told you two. Sex and love for women equals death. What are you…

What am I wearing?

No! What are you drawing?

How did you know I was drawing?

Psychic.

It freaks me out when you do that.