Seeing the doctor disappear into her office again when I return from the bathroom, I find a piece of paper and take out my engraved, diamond-emblazoned, old-style ink pen and give the doctor my account number so she can get paid for putting up with all the wackos that seem to loiter, and litter up, her office. Hmmm.... Got a friend, a pet actually, that could get rid of all these empty boxes of chocolate in a minute.... I am sure he would like a nice feather cape too. A bit cold with scales for skin in the Norwegian winter.... Have to be cautious around moptop though. Dragons are known for liking shiny things too. Don't want to lose my pet, especially since it took me so long to find him...