Sitting in his office with his ukulele and shotgun strewn in a corner Dr. Clef slurps his ramen ignoring his therapy sessions and the pile of paperwork growing on his desk, he'd probably throw it on Dr. Iceberg later anyways.

There's a knock on the door, Alto doesn't bother to stop eating he simply looks at the door. "God damnit, I told you you can't drag me to therapy Dr. Glass!" Alto says through a mouthfull in indignation.