Dr. Happledappleblap says as he backs away with hands up. Seriously this lady has a problem if she doesn't like pocket pudding but she'll wipe her nose on my coat, the doctor mused. He went to his desk and found his clip board for notes.
C-R-Z-Y he wrote before stracting it out and trying again with C-R-A-Z-Y. He nodded while sticking the end of a very scarred pencil in his mouth. Yes, she was wasn't in her right mind. He bet she'd start a fire or something.
If the puppies and carp couldn't help this nuts-o lady, what could?
~Raging and quivering female mass of hormones and tosser of Dark Side Cookies™ (trade marked by Etoile)