"Ahh, so stressful. Let loose a little, my boy. Lose that control. Lose everything. All sense, all reason. Come join us in the madhouse and we'll start the tea party you've been waiting for." He was fairly sure he got the book reference right this time. Either way, he imagined some properly brewed tea would do wonders for that poor man's tortured mind. Really set it free. "I'm in control here. You're controlled. It's better that way. Isn't it, Mr Crane?"