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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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