Wise Words from the Healer

The following is the account of a human trying to speak to the healer of lensmoor.


You say to the healer 'I don't like you anymore'
The healer asks 'Why not?'
You say to the healer 'because you make no sense'
The healer asks 'Is that the real reason?'
You say to the healer 'wellllll, maybe I am a bit jealous'
The healer says 'You have to make up your mind.'
You think deeply.
You say to the healer 'very well, it's not that I don't like you, I'm jealous of you'
The healer asks 'Can you please be more precise?'
You ask the healer 'More precise, what the heck do you mean??'
The healer asks 'What about me?'
You say to the healer 'You make no sense, I really DON'T like you'
The healer asks 'Do you expect me to believe that?'
You groan loudly.
You say to the healer 'YES'
The healer says 'Let's change the subject.'
You hop around like a little kid.
You exclaim to the healer 'Agreed!'
The healer says 'I don't understand.'
You say to the healer 'as I expected you wouldn't'
The healer asks 'What about me?'
You say to the healer 'good bye'
The healer asks 'Are you new here?'
You faint.
You exclaim to the healer 'No, you fool!'
The healer asks 'Never?'
You say to the healer 'Being new isn't a never type of state'
The healer asks 'How do you know?'
You exclaim to the healer 'because I use my frickin' brain!'
The healer says 'You use your frickin brain! WOW.'
At this point the human gave up...