The horrible thing about invisible voices is that...they're...
Well, they're invisible.
The Dark Ace walked about his spaceless, boundless new state of mind, looking for the source of the annoying, mind-boggling voice. "Helloooo?" He munched on another frankfurter. "Hellooooooo?!"
"HELLO."
"Holy Chri-!"
"I AM YOUR..."
Silence.
"My what?" he growled.
"WELL...this will sound cliché, but--"
"Do you honestly think that I care about whether or not your statements are...cliché or not?"
"No."
"Then spill it."
"Okay...I AM YOUR CONSCIENCE."
Dark Ace almost choked on the bun of his hot-dog, he laughed so hard. Finally, he gasped, "I admit...it...that was...so...damn...hahahahahaha...cheesy!"
The voice
was not
amused.