Hypothetical Wars
"So, umm…hey, let's say, hypothetically, that you were part ghost or something- oh man, you're choking. He's choking! Does anyone know the Heimlich maneuver?!"
"N-NO! I'm good! I'm good. Just, ah, went down the wrong pipe when I was laughing. That's it: laughing. Continue."
"You sure…?
"Yeah, it's funny. Someone, being half ghost. Especially me. That's impossible! Heh heh…"
"Heh. Sure is. Um, so anyways, if you were, would you…I don't know…create an alter ego that has a name that suspiciously sounds like the other?"
"Pfft, no! I might be a C average student, but I'm not an idiot."
"…"
"What?"
"Nothing. You just…look like this guy I know. Just with different colors."
"…Oh-kay. Not weird at all… so since we're on this little hypothetical train, I got one for you; you're the Ninja."
"WHAA!? No way! I, uh-what made you even think that?! Huh?"
"Dude chillax, it's hypothetically."
"But I'm not the Ninja."
"Okay, but let's pretend you are."
"But I would have to be eight hundred years old or something. And I'm not. So I can't be the Ninja!"
"Okay, you're not! Sheesh! Don't have to go all hypological warfare on me."
"But I have to prove I'm not the Ninja."
"Want to know what else you're proving? Denial. And denial is only a primitive defense mechanism for response to stress when a person can't handle the truth. So are you suggesting this hypothetical scenario is the truth?"
"…That was actually pretty bruce. You thinking of majoring in psychology?"
"Nope. That's my sister's thing. It's pretty annoying, but it sure does help with reading people, like when someone is trying to change the subject."
"Oh."
"…"
"…"
"Yo dogs! Wanna go hit up the arcade?"
"I'm game. Just make sure you don't turn into a fire-breathing dragon when you lose."
"Hypothetically, of course."
"Of course."
