A man goes to a psychologist because he sees miniature lesbians everywhere. The psychologist tells him about his latest book "How to Pick Up God in a Week." The title is ironic, of course. "Mind you, I could become famous," says the psychologist, "if I killed myself at the right time in my career." The psychologist signs a copy. He pulls a slimy rogue-like object from his drawer. "Here, eat this and you'll feel better." The man hesitates, disgusted. He decides to give it a try. The psychologist stops him. "Someone tells you to eat shit and you eat shit?" The man wants to leave. He wanted to talk about his miniature lesbians. The doctor's assistant pops up, wearing a wrestler's mask. She immobilizes him. "You must go to a cemetery," says the psychologist, "and face a crow with your bare hands. This will cure you of your hallucinations." When he arrives in the cemetery, he indeed spots a huge crow. But a group of monks invites him to drink sake. He gets drunk and the monks tell him about the miniature gay demons that inhabit Nature.