The ONLY way I can possibly fathom how it went down:

"You know, in real life I'm a doctor, sort of. Take these pills."
"Mmm, ok!"
I can't believe I will have to warn my daughter never to go into a secret lair alone with a man wearing a velvet robe, who offers you pills and keeps nodding in approval as you drink your drinks and keeps asking if you feel sleepy yet. Had those women not seen every cartoon villian ever created? Was it the expensive sweaters that fooled them into a sense of security?

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