Intuition

It's a funny thing. Normally, my gut instinct is correct (especially when detecting sex offenders).

Now, Mrs. Penguin told me that her psychologist recommended my psychologist with the greatest assurance that her practice was no less than excellent. Mrs. Penguin trusts her psychologists with her life, and gave me equal assurance that she would only recommend the best.

...PhD or not, there's something fishy about the zomb-- psychologist, lady. We set up an appointment for Tuesday August 3rd at 3:30. Firstly, she thinks 3:30 is the morning (...perhaps she needs time to apply makeup over her decaying corpse...), and secondly, she is awfully cold on the telephone. I thought I was addressing the Reverend Mother.

I'll do it for Mrs. Penguin. Though, she'll be sorry when my brains are consumed by a psychologist zombie.