We had the great honor of being the first to tell a psych patient he was being sent to mental health. The case worker lied to him, saying he could go home. The hospital staff told him nothing. This already less than stable individual was, to say the least, pissed. He clung to his mini 7up can, saying there was going to be a Texas chainsaw massacre if we took him to mental health.
He also looked like a leprechaun in a hospital gown.
Leprechaun: How do I know you're not going to hurt me?
Medic: Sir, why would you think that little ole' me, would hurt you?
Leprechaun: How do I know that you don't know... (pause) KARATE?!
Medic: Sir, I don't know karate.
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