At your service.
My brain.
I mean mane! My mane! I swear, I said mane!
asks:
I'm so drunk I can't see straight and considering I have fluff for brains and my eyes are made of wooden buttons... dear Dr. Mind... How is that even possible?
*Points shotgun.*
“Rabbit season…”
asks:
For some reason I just wanna kick you out a third story window but I'm not sure why, care to help?
Define “help”…
Assuming she’s actually treatable, I would assume regular sessions would be the best answer. Once a week perhaps. Ask her what she has done that week, ask a few questions, and then ask her to try and avoid doing something bad she did the previous week.
Something along those lines.
((You’ll never find out in the RP, Doc …))
((Nopony will.))
Nopony SHOULD. Horrible thought, why did I think it?
Oh you know… Just a gut feeling…
asks:
Do you wear that hat to hide some hideous deformity, like your brain is poking through the top of your skull? I think I'd prefer the open brain...
Sadly not. It is only hiding more hair.
Although I should totally get that done…
Nothing much. Pondering on the wonders of life.
