You head into the therapy building for a walk-in appointment.
Your therapist's name is Dr. Potatos. He tells you it's pronounced "poh-tah-toss", not "potatoes". You're not sure why he has a medical degree yet is still only a therapist. He seems kind of baked, and tends to just ramble at people until they ask him for medication. You could say that Dr. Potatos is on the gravy train.