"Let me get this straight," the doctor said. "You woke up on a flower-covered hill, went to a carnival there, used some strange electronic device, were transported into an empty room, where you found some kind of lotion which you rubbed on your chest, giving you breasts. You then ran home from the room, exposed these new breasts to your father and then told him this story. Is that correct?"
"Yes," Jim said.
"Well, Mr. Robertson," the doctor said, "let me be frank: I have examined your chest and in fact, those are saline implants you have -- those breasts did not grow naturally. Furthermore, contrary to your version of the story, your father tells me that he had not seen you in more than two months when you burst into his home to show him these new... features of yours."
"Furthermore, the absurdity of your story suggests to me that you are misremembering the events which led up to your surgery as a form of psychological defence against recalling what really took place."
"It seems to me that we have four potential courses of action:"
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