Proper psychiatry

Who: Tara, Cerebrum, Phil
Where: Security office
> "It's called social skills, learn some" Tara walked up to the head of
> security's office. he pills having given her a weird
> confidence/not scared mixture, "Are you coming? You wanted to 'fix' him"
> Tara knocked on the door....
There was a zapping sound as Cerebrum flipped on the tazer, then a crashing
sound as he kicked open the door.
"Phil, my friend," Cerebrum said, "Are you aware that you haven't undergone
your standard annual psych-analysis for this year, or last year. As a matter
of fact, you haven't had one for four years. Now, you have a choice now. You
can come along back to me office real peaceful like, or I can drag your
unconscious body back. It's your decision."