Toasty the Therapist walked into his office, his suit pressed and his shirt clean. A slight shine from the shoes, reflecting the sun. The office was a simple one, a wooden door and wood walls, a table with one chair. He sat down in the black leather seat, his hands in a folded position.

There was a knock, and the door opened to reveal a mysterious and strange individual. She entered, and sat down in the opposite wooden chair.

"Ah, You must be my new client, please, take a seat." He spoke.