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THE INTERMISSION
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James: So... I kinda have this thing..
Says James as he sits on a bench. He looks over to the other side of it.
James: There's this thing.. that I do. I talk in psuedo-shakespearean dialect.
Invisible Monster: Ok. *a pencil and notepad appear out of nowhere and the pencil scribbles some things on the pad* What else have you noticed?
James: That I sometimes imagine that.. Well, I have this dime and this penny, right? Sometimes I see them.. DOING things.
Invisible: What kind of things?
James: I can KILL with my copper.
Invisible: And how does that make you feel?
James: Alone...
Invisible: Alone?
James: I don't have any friends..
Invisible: Perhaps it is your mother's agression upon yourself?
James: No.
Invisible: Your father's?
James: I'm a pill baby.
Invisible: A.. A what?
James: Some guy took a pill, then I came out of his private parts 9 months later. He died during giving birth.
Invisible: For some reason, my crotch hurts right now.
James: Really? No kidding?
Invisible: I can always imagine. So, how does this make you feel?
James: Sad. Depressed. Constipated. Bloated. Dead on a toilet seat.
Invisible: Elvis?
James: YES! IT IS ME, ELVIS!
Invisible: Er.. No.. I was asking if Elvis was making you feel that way. Sometimes people channel in Bubba's spirit. However, it seems that you alre-
James: UH-HUH! HUUH!
Invisible: Listen, Mr. Sunderland, if you want psychological advice from a prison cell ghost, you have to stop going off on these tangents!
James: Come on, Ritual and Are you sure used to be part of your every day vocab!
Invisible: But I've gotten rid of the habit!
James: Come on! I know you wanna!
Invisible: I.. don't.. WANNA! RITTUALLLLL!
James: There ya go! See, I've helped you..
Invisible: arreee you sure?
James: Yes. Have a nice day!
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James: So... I kinda have this thing..
Says James as he sits on a bench. He looks over to the other side of it.
James: There's this thing.. that I do. I talk in psuedo-shakespearean dialect.
Invisible Monster: Ok. *a pencil and notepad appear out of nowhere and the pencil scribbles some things on the pad* What else have you noticed?
James: That I sometimes imagine that.. Well, I have this dime and this penny, right? Sometimes I see them.. DOING things.
Invisible: What kind of things?
James: I can KILL with my copper.
Invisible: And how does that make you feel?
James: Alone...
Invisible: Alone?
James: I don't have any friends..
Invisible: Perhaps it is your mother's agression upon yourself?
James: No.
Invisible: Your father's?
James: I'm a pill baby.
Invisible: A.. A what?
James: Some guy took a pill, then I came out of his private parts 9 months later. He died during giving birth.
Invisible: For some reason, my crotch hurts right now.
James: Really? No kidding?
Invisible: I can always imagine. So, how does this make you feel?
James: Sad. Depressed. Constipated. Bloated. Dead on a toilet seat.
Invisible: Elvis?
James: YES! IT IS ME, ELVIS!
Invisible: Er.. No.. I was asking if Elvis was making you feel that way. Sometimes people channel in Bubba's spirit. However, it seems that you alre-
James: UH-HUH! HUUH!
Invisible: Listen, Mr. Sunderland, if you want psychological advice from a prison cell ghost, you have to stop going off on these tangents!
James: Come on, Ritual and Are you sure used to be part of your every day vocab!
Invisible: But I've gotten rid of the habit!
James: Come on! I know you wanna!
Invisible: I.. don't.. WANNA! RITTUALLLLL!
James: There ya go! See, I've helped you..
Invisible: arreee you sure?
James: Yes. Have a nice day!
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END OF INTERMISSION
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