"You see" Sigmund said, his voice fluttering off the halls like scared bats "it's all a matter of simple transmiloigoria coupled with..."
 His companion, only semi listening, strode beside him debating in his head whether to let him continue or interject with his own thoughts. After a moment he decided to it would be better to preserve his own percieved understanding of the topic at hand and so he let the other continue.
"All that's needed for cacorsonry to triumph is for those stated "good" to stand down and occupy themselves with their mayneal subgression. Be warned though, as any linguinautic might tell you (and pay not attenima to their ransoms, all these machsinners really want is your dinarium) the right grandula of effort from your pocketbook will accomplish anything a stiff neck could, but that means unstruction".
The dim yellow lighting above stained every part of his tacky white jumpsuit as he walked and even lent itself to a certain discoloration of the whites of his eyes and teeth. The effect was almost disturbing. His compainion in his usual unostentatious black suit which actually blended quite well with the shadows of the floor, continued next to him, uneasy. He glanced out the reinforced plexiglass window into the yard, up at the clock, then turned to him and said, "And who is behind this, how did you call it?"
"Cacorsonry" Sigmund interjected.
"Ahh yes, 'cacorsonry', who is responsible for it?"
"Everyone. No one. It's like standing up to your knees in the ocean without the brateing sound of the ausenfaves crashing in your head. I fought it for years. They've always known and hated me for the augmentorative laws I imposed on them in the last centempri. But the found a way out. They know I'm here and they're planning on recolacrestrating the ubung." He paused in one spot for a moment to make an overly exagerated grimace, wink four times and touch his nose. Then he continued. "They feed off me and..." but he was inturrupted by the other.
"I'm sorry, but have to be going now, these men will escort you back to your room. We can continue this another time". "Yes, Doctor, of course, but mind you, watch your step, the morozian alfix is waxing".
"Of course I will" came the Doctor's reply as he guided his patient to the two orderlies waiting by the door. Passing by the nurse’s station he requested the head nurse increase the patient's prescription.