Gray Mouser said:
... Man, next thing you know Demogorgon will have his twin heads on some shrink's couch looking for some catharsis. I have news for you Demo: you are
evil and your lot is to be set upon by every two-bit PC party that can make their way to the Abyss! Die! Die! Die!
Heh, sorry

...
We eat analysts for breakfast. They just don't seem to understand us very well.
We once walked into a psychiatrist's office with a pancake on our heads, fried eggs on each shoulder, and a strip of bacon over each of our ears.
The shrink, (thinking he was humoring us), asked: "What seems to be the problem?"
We answered, "Doc, we're worried about our brother."
OK, We can do better:
Psychiatrist: What's your problem?
Demogorgon: We think we are a lizard.
Psychiatrist: How long has this been going on?
Demogorgon: Ever since we were an egg.
Speaking of shrinks, why don't sheep shrink when it rains?
Thanks you, we'll be here all millenium!
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