Kilo

What is your greatest fear?

Do what now?

You heard me. What is your greatest fear?

Being asked by a voice inside my head about what my greatest fear is.

Nice. I was being serious here. We are supposed to be working on your psychological issues, you know...

Well, it'll have to wait. I'm working right now.

And yet you have time to get on the internet and blog?

Alright, fine, it's my lunch break. Happy?

Yes. Now answer the question.

Which was?

Are you a member of the Communist Party? Dumbass, pay atten...

What?!? Am I a Communist? Oh, sweet! I've been meaning to pull this out...

...You're beautiful, more beautiful than me.
You're honourable, more honourable than me.
Loyal to the Bank of America...

You actually sing like that?!?! Sounds like a catfight mixed in with the noise of someone eating Fritos.

...It's a siiiign of the times. It's a siiiiiiigggnnn of the tiiiiimeess...

Hey. Idiot. Stop Exhuming McCarthy for a moment and focus. I'm asking you a serious question here.

Which was?

You know what it was. Just answer it.

It? I'm not sure, but "it" isn't a question.

Talking to you is like swimming in banana pudding. It's nasty as hell and makes no sense to do it in the first place.

Are all the other voices in my head as weird as you are?

No, but I'm the lucky one who drew the short straw.

Short straw for what?

Exactly.