But I didn't know it because I'd been euchred into the Foundation for the Treatment of Hagle's Disease. Hundreds of thousands of dollars, all earmarked for one purpose only—treating my disease—and I haven't got any!
Or maybe you're figuring the way I did, that senility is a disease, and all I have to do is wait for it to creep up on me so I can get some of that Foundation money. But the Hexers have that fixed too, I'll bet. I'm not sure, but I think I'm going to live for centuries without a sick day in my life. In other words, I'm going to live that life out as poor as I am right now!
It's a fantastic story, Doctor, but you believe me, don't you? You do believe every word of it. You have to, Doctor!
Because a persecution complex is kind of a disease and I'd have to be treated for it.
Now will you let me out of this jacket so I can smoke a cigarette?