Lord President Moorluck wrote:
I am a psychiatrist my boy. Perscriptions are no problem. I must haf some counsel time with ze cabinet and interns though. A little one-on-one with zem and my Magical Murder Bag.
Are you troubled about zomething my furry friend? I zink you must examine your own neuroses before projeckting your fears upon ze man who is trying to help you. I am merely a catalyst, a guide if you will. You must be ze one who changes yourself.
Get there all by yourself, Einstein?
Tch. Such anger. Such hatred. Such bile. I haff never seen so much rage packaged in such a small form. Are you upset because of your size? Does being a rodent fill you with envy for ze higher orders? Try and become content vith ze vay you vere made and let ze anger go. After all, rodents have zeir part to play in ze world. Embrace your rodent destiny and shine.
Tch. I see here a classic case of a schizo-pheriniac multiple personaliy disorder. Here ve see how ze kobold transfers his envy, anger and guilt into anozzer form by assuming ze countenace of a pigeon. Tch. So sad. It seems like he iz not even avare of ze transformation. I zink zis will take some time in a sanitarium to properly diagnose.
Udo, Scharnhost. Take zis kobold to ze Happy Smiles Sanitarium. Be careful, he looks as if he hasn't had his rabies shots.
Perhaps you haff some mothering issues Herr Werwolf. Tell me, did your litter mates shove you avay from your mutter's nipples? How did you feel about that? Do you still cry about it vhen no one is looking? It is normal to feel rejected from such a traumatic experience. Being ze runt of ze litter is a difficult thing.