It sort of reminds me of the famous/infamous scene in The Wall where the poor guy gets eaten.
Why do I get this funny feeling about these college administrators who are mistreating the College Repubs...Somehow I'm just sure that when they get home at night their fat and psychopathic wives thrash them to within inches of their lives.
True story: When I was in the air Force I had a psych eval (I wasn't nuts, it was a voluntary eval because I suspected I had ADD) and the doc was a newly minted Captain, with the bearing of a well-bred East Coast type...IIRC, he was from one of the ritzier parts of Long Island. One of the tests he gave me was a sheet with phrases on it, and I was supposed to fill in the first thing that came into my head. My answers must have been pretty sane for the most part, because he only commented on one. You see, one of the phrases was "When I was a child," and I honestly wrote down the first thing that came into my head: "I had a fever, my hands felt just like two balloons."
I explained it to him, but he was still looking at me funny. I'd bet real money he'd never heard "Comfortably Numb."