This bloke in London dashes into a psychiatrist's office, throws
Himself to couch and says, "Doc, ya gotta help me. I think I'm a
Biscuit. What do you think?" The shrink strokes his chin thoughtfully
And asks, 'Are you square?" "Yes." "Do you have lots of little
Holes?" "Yes! Yes!" "And are you covered all over with a light
Sprinkling of salt?" "Yes! Yes! Yes!" "Then you're not a biscuit,
You're crackers!"