The blonde-haired man sits across from you, the straitjacket holding him from either killing you or kissing you. hard to tell when he's looking around frantically, a huge smile plastered on his face, body vibrating and pulsing with paranoia. "he's REAL...I swear he's real, doc! I've seen him, he wants me to sacrifice.."

He twitches, slowly regaining composure. "...Sorry..what are we supposed to do? talk?"

Man, good luck with this one, Psych!