“Do you really think this will help?”
“It will tell me something about the inner workings of your mind, Mr Enderman. And that will be useful in finding out why you’re obsessed with your neighbour’s spade.”
She holds up a piece of paper. “Now, tell me the first thing that comes to mind.”
He squints at the ink blot. “Bum cleft.”
“Not a spade?”
“Another bum cleft.”
And so it went on, bum cleft after bum cleft.
Puzzled, the counsellor turns the paper stack over.
“Ah, it seems Mr Petersen has been playing with the photocopier again.”