I'm surprised really. No, more than surprised, I'm shocked.

Why… Why? Why did you do it, how did you do it, what did you even do?

I've been wondering that for a while. Why do I think you did something? Why do I think?

Well, you see, I think, therefore I am. Why am I? Why not?

And that's even before it starts getting complicated. And then I realized that it's not all that complicated at all, in fact, all it is is a druid bunny.

Because why not? And then I realized that druid bunnies don't exist, so why am I even here?

That was a twofold question. You see, I like things quartered. Especially when they're drawn.

Don't you just love making terrible puns with a dozen different meanings which don't make sense anywhere except in your head, and possibly in conversations with that weird friend of yours?

You know the one. He likes smelling people's feet, randomly does dances which look good nowhere except in his head, is probably gonna kill me as soon as he reads this.

Moving on. How do you get a finger infection from playing guitar? Who does that?

And why, exactly, would you put tape over your bandage so that you could continue playing, just because the bandage was getting in the way. Wasn't playing the guitar how you got that infected in the first place?

no, that's not his guitar. It's just from pixabay.
And why am I mocking the only people I know who actually read this thing? At least now I know why I have no friends.

And hey, you're always better off knowing, right?

Rite.

No, I'm serious. We need to get started on this rite, if we don't do it soon, we'll never summon this demon.

pixabay
How often do you think opportunities like this come up?

Pretty often. I mean, didn’t you tell me –

Shut up! You're not supposed to repeat that, especially where the nice people can hear you.

How about where the not-nice people can hear me?

Oh. Yeah, I guess that's alright then.

Pretty often. I mean, didn’t you tell me –

Never mind. No repeating that, period.

No repeating that period? But what if I-

Stop talking to yourself!

No, you stop talking to yourself!

I'm confused

Shut up Bob!

Oh. Uh, you guys are mean.

Your point being?

Sorry, bad punctuation. Your point, being?

Did you just call me 'being'

No, we called you being, without the quotation marks.

_{I…'m just gonna walk away slowly, let this crazy guy finish his conversation with himself.}

No! You're part of us too, you know.

_{I… was hoping you wouldn't notice that.}

What's with you and ellipses anyway?

_{I… Oh. We recently got together again.}

I thought she hated your guts.

_{I… shh! Don't remind her!}

-hyperbole out.

Oh great, it's another one of those posts. You know, where I spend most of it talking to myself. Oh well, not much I can do about it now. Besides for, y'know, not posting it. But that would be boring.