Father: *wakes up inside a tall padded cell with Vic, a Bigfoot, a Yak, and the-by-next-door-now-shareing-a-padded-cell-but-thankfully-not-sharing-a-straight-jacket* *blink* Hello? Vic, did you do this?
*a door opens in what appears to be the ceiling*
Doctor Vex: I did.
Father: *frustrated* Are you mad? *thinks: What a strange questian to ask a self-confessed inmate of a mental asyam* Didn you understand a word I was saying earlier?
Doctor Vex: I did.
Father: WELL THEN! What? How? Where? When? Ahhhhh!!!! I mean, it was my son who needs looking at! my son! I am not my own son, didn't you figure that???
Doctor Vex: I did?
Father: ...
Doctor Vex: ...
Father: Do I get my phone call?