"Professor… I think it's time you got some help…."

"Whatever do you mean, Luke, my boy?

"Your pudding addiction. It's becoming unhealthy!"

"I can stop anytime I want!" Professor Layton yelled, grabbing the closest throw pillow and catapulting it at the boy from his spot on the couch.

"Professor, let's be realistic," Luke reasoned, "You-"

"I'M FINE!" Layton shrieked, snatching Luke up and shaking him back and forth, "YOU STUPID BOY! LOOK AT MY FACE! LOOK AT IT, BOY! THIS IS THE FACE OF A VERY HEALTHY MAN! DO YOU SEE THIS? DO YOU? DO YOU SEE MY HEALTHY CHEST RISING AND FALLING WITH EACH HEALTHY BREATH? WELL? DO YOU?"

"P-Professor, you're looking healthy as ever! R-really, you are!" Flora squeaked from her spot behind the couch, where she was cowering and shaking with fear.

"Thank you, Flora! Luke, learn from Flora's example! She noticed how well I am! She looked at my health with her eyes!"

"Professor, she's probably just trying not to hurt your feelings! I mean, you did take her in after her tower fell-"

"NO, LUKE! You are stupid! You are a stupid boy!" At that point, the professor was slapping Luke across the face at an alarming speed. Surprisingly, his apprentice wasn't even in tears yet. He still looked remarkably determined to convince Hershel into getting help. Luke struggled to tear Layton's hands off of his face, and slowly Layton's slapping began to stop. Angry, Luke jumped in the air and kicked the man across the face. He proudly walked away as a sobbing Flora observed the professor, who was drifting in and out of consciousness on the floor.

"Flora, fetch the phonebook. I have an important call to make."

Fail short chapter. It's a start. Got the pudding idea from "Professor Layton and the Malignant Growth". Puddin' man! Check it out!

I'll be updating "You're obsessed with Professor Layton when…" Very soon! I promise!

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