rinue | Cannon Fodder for those who think Patrick and Val are just voices in my head

Id: (smirky) Hey. Guess who you're going to think of continually?

Superego: (falsely innocent) Jacques Chirac? Because you know we're studying for a comparative economics midterm.

Id: Guess again.

Ego: No. No, you wouldn't do this to me, not even you.

Id: (grins, showing all of its teeth)

Ego: No.

Superego: Damn straight, no.

Id: (files fingernails into points)

Superego: Stop that. We're going to be good.

Id: Try to ignore it all you want, but I'm right here, and you know how irritable I get when I think you're not paying attention.

Superego: Drama queen.

Ego: (pats Superego on the shoulder reassuringly) It's going to be okay. I know it's not going to work out with him.

Val: (bursting in) It could work!

Ego & Superego: No it couldn't! And whose side are you on, anyway?

Val: (smugly) Evan's.

Ego: Exactly. You're all over the Id.

Id: And what if Evan is the one I was talking about?

Val: God, you're evil.

Ego: I don't think he was, though.

Superego: Of course he wasn't. We're not talking about Evan or Will or anybody, because we're really happy with not fucking everyone over.

Patrick: I side with the Superego completely. . .

Id: (snidely) Big surprise.

Patrick: . . . even though it swears an awful lot for the supposed moral compass.

Superego: (defensively) I've been under stress!

Romie: What about me?

Jamie: You need to see a psychologist.

Everybody: Go to hell.