…“If I’m not real, why are you telling me to go back where I came from? Shouldn’t you just ignore me and hope I go away or something like that?”
“STOP IT!” he screams. “STOP TRYING TO TELL ME HOW TO THINK! I’M PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF DOING THAT ON MY OWN!”
“I’m not sure you are capable, not as touchy as you are, anyway.”
“Y-Y-You’d be TOO if YOU had the day I’VE HAD!”
“Here you go again, talking to me like I’m someone, and not the figment of your imagination you just told me I was.”
“W-W-What, w-w-what are you talking about?”
“What I’m saying is, what makes you think I don’t know what you’re talking about? I mean, if I am just a figment of YOUR imagination, wouldn’t I be pretty we up to date on everything that’s going on with you?” he says with a shrug of his shoulders and a simple gesture to the floor that lies between them.
“I-I-I, I guess you’re right. I-I, I mean you can’t be REAL, cause t-that’d be just too weird, wouldn’t it?” he says with a long-winded sigh as he drops uneasily to the floor.
“It’d only be weird for you, for me it would just make sense….