Dr. Jennifer Melfi stared at her new patient, wondering why she’d been called into an emergency session in the middle of what appeared to be Armageddon.

“So you didn’t know she was your sister?” She asked, her voice very professional.

“I had no idea! No idea at all!”

“If you could say one thing to your sister right now, what would it be.”

“I just want to know why she chose him,” Darth Supremis said, pointing at Han Solo, who was shooting his blaster in the general direction of Borat.

“Why do you think she chose him?”

“Well, he is charming and rather handsome in that gritty sort of way. He’s kind of the coolest man alive. I definitely look up to him.”

“So why wouldn’t you want him to end up with your sister. Sounds like a great guy to me.”

“You know what, you’re right. I’m starting to feel so much lighter.”

“Well, let’s talk about your father. You seem to be in the throes of an oedipal complex. Did you have to kill him?”

“It was me or him. And he was quite evil, really.”