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"Sorry Daddy, I know you hate riding in the glove box, but that’s where Mommy told me to put you. Now, just to remind you, this shrink shot will make you three inches tall. I know you have resisted these shrinking appointments ever since your first shot a year ago, but this is for your own good, Daddy. You yelled at Mommy. You cursed at Mommy. You hit Mommy. That’s why I reported you to our local Male Behavioral Adjustment Clinic. It wasn’t a decision I made lightly, but you were out of control. You know that right? I mean, would you rather be sitting in a jail cell? I, for one, would rather have you in my pocket. You’re safe with me, and you still get to learn your lesson. And what is that lesson, Daddy? That’s right, women deserve respect. That’s going to be your mantra until the folks at the clinic think you’ve actually turned a corner. You’re going to attend weekly therapy sessions at the clinic where experienced practitioners will coach you on how to more effectively conduct your relationships with females. They will probe your mind and try to figure out what traumatic experiences contributed to your despicable acts against Mommy. Oh, you want to know why I know so much about the process? Well, it’s funny you ask. I know I’m only 18 and just graduated high school, but the folks at the clinic offered me a summer position. Why? Because I showed interest and asked if they needed help. I’m also majoring in psychiatry, so they thought I’d be a good fit. Haha, of course I won’t be involved in your treatment, Daddy! That would be a conflict of interest. Although, if you continue to misbehave, I will recommend punishment. Anyway, just thought I’d tell you the good news! Now, let’s go inside and get that last shrink shot, shall we?!"

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"Sorry Daddy, I know you hate riding in the glove box, but that’s where Mommy told me to put you. Now, just to remind you, this shrink shot will make you three inches tall. I know you have resisted these shrinking appointments ever since your first shot a year ago, but this is for your own good, Daddy. You yelled at Mommy. You cursed at Mommy. You hit Mommy. That’s why I reported you to our local Male Behavioral Adjustment Clinic. It wasn’t a decision I made lightly, but you were out of control. You know that right? I mean, would you rather be sitting in a jail cell? I, for one, would rather have you in my pocket. You’re safe with me, and you still get to learn your lesson. And what is that lesson, Daddy? That’s right, women deserve respect. That’s going to be your mantra until the folks at the clinic think you’ve actually turned a corner. You’re going to attend weekly therapy sessions at the clinic where experienced practitioners will coach you on how to more effectively conduct your relationships with females. They will probe your mind and try to figure out what traumatic experiences contributed to your despicable acts against Mommy. Oh, you want to know why I know so much about the process? Well, it’s funny you ask. I know I’m only 18 and just graduated high school, but the folks at the clinic offered me a summer position. Why? Because I showed interest and asked if they needed help. I’m also majoring in psychiatry, so they thought I’d be a good fit. Haha, of course I won’t be involved in your treatment, Daddy! That would be a conflict of interest. Although, if you continue to misbehave, I will recommend punishment. Anyway, just thought I’d tell you the good news! Now, let’s go inside and get that last shrink shot, shall we?!"