You wait in Doctor Lawliet's office for what seems like an eternity, until they finally step in.

They're wearing a tuxedo instead of the normal uniform that the doctors in this god-forsaken mental asylum wear, and they seem to glean a certain amount of pleasure with fraternising with the crazies.

"Well, hello again!" They exclaim, clapping their hands together.

Sometimes you think that they'd be better off as a patient here instead of a doctor.