To who?

To me. Don't you say to whom? And why the hell are you talking to your, my, self?

Well that's a nice way to tell people I'm stupid, weird (morfix said I'm hallucinatory, his mum's hallucinatory, fuck him!) and I have a birthday today.

Even if I do say so myself, you, me, have a cool birthday. Date, I mean.

Why would anyone ask you on a date? People are not blinded on September 4th.

Shut up.

Don't give me that british accent thing, it doesn't work!

Don't give me that gitty look, you div!

Shut up.

You just said - I know what I just said, I'm you! I mean, I'm me! I mean, fuck it, this is stupid, what's the point in this anyway? Screw you guys, I'm going home.

Now you're quoting Cartman. What's next, wearing a huge Simpsons' hat and dancing to the Friends theme song?

As I said, this is poinless and I'm going to bed and taking you with me.

You wanker.

Go sleep with the fishes, will ya?! Okay, swearing myself and talking nonsense is getting boring.

Yeah, it is.

Shall we go to sleep? There is no we, there is me. I shouldn't get used to this.

To what? To talking to myself.

Okay, I'm sending.

Or we'll stay here all night.

Right.

Right.