845: Don't look over your shoulder
From my window I can see a picnic bench. And upon that bench I can see a squirrel soaking up the sun. Good for the squirrel. Now, the question is, why am I so cold? *Burrrp*.
"That is because you are I. And I are you. And grammar isn't my strong point. Yours not too."
He spoke; or at least he attempted to speak. Of course, there were no words to utter, and his mouth simply hung open. If you looked closely, you might have noticed a small amount of saliva drop off his tongue. But it was quite a small amount. But it was an important amount, if not to him, or to you, but to the saliva-loving people who have noses for ears and a box of cornflakes for noses. Because they were tiny people. Really tiny.
"You know," he said, "you completely suck at this."
"What?" the second Stee replied, slightly taken aback.
"There were so many ways you could have pulled off some totally imaginative story, something interesting, something gripping, something that would have shocked me to the core. Yet, you go for the clichéd 'oh noes, it's actually me' approach. Poor play, dude."
"Oh good god, I know, don't get me started. Actually I thought you were talking about my clothes, but yeah, I know what you mean."
"So, just what spectacular purpose of grandiose proportions do you represent?"
"Well, I might be you, but... that's not because I am you. I'm you, because you need me (and that's not you) to be you. You with me? I mean, not physically... or literally... er.. I'll rephrase, do you understand me? ... Er, you?"
"No, but do go on. I do love your voice."
"That's exactly it! Who can you associate with most? Yourself of course! And ergo, voila, it's me! Er, you."
"That is because you are I. And I are you. And grammar isn't my strong point. Yours not too."
He spoke; or at least he attempted to speak. Of course, there were no words to utter, and his mouth simply hung open. If you looked closely, you might have noticed a small amount of saliva drop off his tongue. But it was quite a small amount. But it was an important amount, if not to him, or to you, but to the saliva-loving people who have noses for ears and a box of cornflakes for noses. Because they were tiny people. Really tiny.
"You know," he said, "you completely suck at this."
"What?" the second Stee replied, slightly taken aback.
"There were so many ways you could have pulled off some totally imaginative story, something interesting, something gripping, something that would have shocked me to the core. Yet, you go for the clichéd 'oh noes, it's actually me' approach. Poor play, dude."
"Oh good god, I know, don't get me started. Actually I thought you were talking about my clothes, but yeah, I know what you mean."
"So, just what spectacular purpose of grandiose proportions do you represent?"
"Well, I might be you, but... that's not because I am you. I'm you, because you need me (and that's not you) to be you. You with me? I mean, not physically... or literally... er.. I'll rephrase, do you understand me? ... Er, you?"
"No, but do go on. I do love your voice."
"That's exactly it! Who can you associate with most? Yourself of course! And ergo, voila, it's me! Er, you."