After the meal

Who: Cerebrum, McKenzie
Where: La Regal de McKenzie
After finishing his meal, Cerebrum stood up, "It's been a pleasure
talking with you, Stewie, but I've got to get back to the offices.
Business before pleasure and all that. Good-bye," then he left.
As Cerebrum passed a bar which seemed unusually noisy, he suddenly
stepped back as a beer bottle flew past his face. Then he ducked as a
chair flew over his head. As he stood up, a short security guard flew
out the door and smacked right into Cerebrum.
After Cerebrum got back up and dusted himself off, he wondered what
the hell was going on in that bar. One quick check later determined
that it was a bar fight. The security guard on the floor was
unconcious from a combination of alcohol and being hit over the head
with a chair, so wasn't going to say anything.
Ordinary people would have taken measures to get as far away as
possible from the bar. Cerebrum was no ordinary person, but a
psychiatrist. He walked into the bar, and tapped a large security
guard on the shoulder while he was beating another guy over the head
with a chair.
"Excuse me," Cerebrum said, "But would you mind telling me what you
think the source of your violent impulses is?" then ducked as the
guard swung back at him.
"So, we're going to play it that way," Cerebrum murmured, then he
went over to the nearest table, pulled off one of it's legs, then
went back and smacked the bifg guard over the head with it. He then
guided the guard to a nearby chair and sat him down in it.
"Now," said Cerebrum as he sat down on a nearby table, ignoring the
fight raging all around him, and took out his notebook and
pencil, "Maybe your childhood holds the answers. Why don't you tell
me about your parents?"