With narrow eyes he warns, “I won’t stand for this.”

“Be calm. All will be put right that is amiss.”

“See! See! You did it again, you friggin’ jerk!”

With a sigh, our man replies, “I see there is still much work.”

“I will knock your teeth in and choke you with your own necktie.”

“That will not do. See the reason and the sense, please try.”

“Ha! Ha! And they say I’m the looney. You’re all nuts.”

“And yet, there you are, asked to repeat ‘no ifs, ands or buts’.”

He hangs his head, “Why are you torturing me? What did I do?”

Our man leans down, “The oddity ‘tis not in me, but lies in you.”

Crying now, “I don’t get it. This makes no sense.”

“Shh, you’ll make yourself ill. You’re far too tense.”

“Fine. I give up. You win. Tell me your demands.”

“Demands I have none. See, no malice in these hands.”

“Then why do you keep rhyming, you farging queer!?”

The doctor chides, “No rhyming I make, only rhyming you hear.”