Sertraline is an antidepressant. I've taken it. It worked fairly well for me. That said, if I told someone I was upping my dose and they said "that's art deco," I would assume they were referencing Sylvia Plath and L'Ennui via The Great Gatsby, and I would be impressed and agree.
And then I would be amused at their correct assumption that I, an LGBT white woman with depression, have familiarity with Sylvia Plath, and I would be impressed with their wit.
All that to say, you can just say anything, and sometimes you'll get lucky.
Samuel Vimes is personally responsible for my pair of good boots and he isn't even real.
I went mountain climbing on Saturday and the good boots saved my life. Sometimes it isn't about feeling the cobbles beneath your feet in the streets of Ankh-Morpor, but about the god damned sharp rocks climbing Mt. Erebus, and the fact that one slip means certain death.
Oh, and speaking of death, he loves mountain climbers. He doesn't even have to do his job.