Damn psychoanalysts. It's bad enough the exorbitant amount of money they charge for their precious time. What's worse is when they fall asleep, or even pass out on the floor, right in the middle of a session. Because then they don't get around to answering your big existential questions. Like, "Why do my twin sister and I make such creepy videos? And how is she suddenly at the window? And why does she insist on running away from this scene like we killed that guy or something? And when, oh when, will we discover the miracle product that is shampoo?"