Mr. Sativa: "I need to make an appointment."
Mary: "Okay, what will you be seeing the doctor for?"
Mr. Sativa: "I need my transmitters or transistors checked in a test."
Mary: "I'm not sure what you're talking about. What symptoms are you having?"
Mr. Sativa: "I don't know if I'm having symptoms or not. See, I've been smoking weed for years, and 3 days ago I stopped cold turkey because I needed the money to get my car fixed, and I need that test to see if my brain is, like, really fried."
Mary: "And what test did you say it was?'
Mr. Sativa: "I want my transistors, or transmitters, or whatever those things are that radios and TV's and power stations have, you know, except they're in your brain. I read about it on the internet."
Mary: "I'm not sure..."
Mr. Sativa: "Also, I need to know how much it costs, too, because now that I'm not smoking weed I'm trying to save money, in case I need more tests, or go back on weed, or get my car repaired again because it still isn't working right. It makes this weird noise, like a rabbit is trapped in the glove compartment, and I looked and there's no rabbit there, or bird, or anything. Do you know what can make a noise like that? Or can you ask the doctor?'
Mary: "Why don't you call Dr. Hehatesusandwehatehim, down the street. He does this test."
Mr. Sativa: "Oh, cool. Does he know anything about cars, too?'