PSYCHIATRIST!

Who: Cerebrum, Lloyd, Donover
Where: Under the table during the bar fight at the Black Eye Bar
"THAT'S PSYCHIATRIST, NOT SHRINK!" yelled Cerebrum at Donover, "Why
can't you security people ever get it right? Call me a shrink again,
and I'll pound your head so far into your ribcage that every time you
open your eyes, you'll think you're in jail!"
"Sorry, sorry."
Cerebrum glanced at his watch, and took note of the time. He produced
a bottle of pills from his pocket, and took two.
"Sorry about that, Donover. It was time to take my medication. Tell
you what, next time you need a psychiatric evaluation, I promise not
to use an electro-shock machine on you. So, how long do these bar
fights usually last? I have to be back at the office in fifteen
minutes."