Uh, yeah, I’m
really anxious, Doc. I’m not sleeping at night. I’m not sleeping at work. OK, OK, I get it. Here’s your prescription
for medicinal marijuana. I don’t want weed. I’d like a letter for a therapy
animal of the pig persuasion. Oh, you fakers disgust me. Get out. You’re harshing my clinic. How many opioids
would you like? I don’t want any. Oh, come on. You’ve got to be
dependent on something. I just want a prescription
for a therapy pig. Fine. Plus five opioids. Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco. And one for the doctor. [gulp] Ah-ha.