"I don't even know with you anymore. One minute you're like a fairytale pizza in Hawaii, and the next you're a miserable git."
"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh can't argue with that. But… why are you sad about? Something that makes me sad maybe a couple hours ago because it would make me sad but if I hurt my elbow..."
"Josh, you're making no sense right now," Danni replied uncertainly, not sure whether to be concerned or pissed off at Rage's babbling.
"Love is very good because I love you. And this is very good with a heart and I..."
"Josh, I-"
"Once upon a time there was a little butterfly named Dozeye and he-"
"Josh please, just… here's some water, please calm-"
"He had bad news. He-"
Danni sighed and sat down. Her voice strained, she said "Please, Josh. Just come sit down, look we need to talk about this, I … STOP IGNORING ME!"
Rage giggled. "Hehe, you're cute when you're angry."
"Arsehole."
Danni stormed out, tears rolling down her cheeks, leaving the real Rage, who was a prisoner in his own thoughts, to scream silently, while Timothy cackled at his despair.
Rage's face twitched, his head twisting in every direction. His eyes were as wide as Greece's debt is deep; his pupils dilated to the size of aubergines (figuratively speaking. Appreciate the metaphor.)
His chest rose up and down as he breathed in heavily, his breaths short and laboured. With an agonising grunt he knelt to the ground, his nerves sending signals of pain to his spine and to his brain as if needles were stabbing into his body like acupuncture gone wrong and hooks were pulling out his very soul. Or half of his soul, at least.
Abruptly the pain ceased, and when his vision had cleared, his view was filled with a guy who looked just like him, only he had a snarl on his face and eyes that were deep pits of indubious doom.
"Hmm," pondered Rage out loud, "Curiouser and curiouser."
"Oh let me guess, we're all mad here?"
Rage blinked. "What are you going on about?"
"Alice in Wonderland...c'mon seriously. Don't make a reference that you can't even understand. Egit."
"I think you mean 'git',"
"Damn foolish plebian. Your pitifully simple mind probably can't even understand who I am."
"Of course I know who you are, a figment of my imagination. I'm still asleep right?"
With that, Timothy delivered a swift blow to the back of Rage's head. "Now, you're sleeping."