I had a fucking good time killing you all.

Screw you.
Thats what we’re here for.
Your inspirtation.
Your talents.
They’re us,
Your other halves.
What happens when your hands write nonstop.
Thats us.

Yeah, I know.
And I acknowledge you all.
We’re all one being, one mind, just fractured.
For this assignment, for this work, I ask for your indulgence.
Help me.

There’s still time.
Its not the last day yet.

But I need this. I need to start early.
This one’s important.
I know we don’t agree often,
And I know that often, you leave when I need you most.
But please, this one’s important.

Relax. We’re here.
And even when we’re not, you fumble through.
Somehow.
Luck loves you.

I don’t need luck today.
Well...I do...but I need you too.
Its the way life works.
The way I work.
The way WE work.

Fine. If you want us so bad,
Cut the bullshit.
Stop the distractions.
Place your full attention on this paper.
Remove the distractions, the procrastinations, the bullshit.
Remove the hellishness.
Make it safe for us all to come out at once.
Sure, it’ll give you a headache...your nose might even bleed.
But don’t you worry.
Follow our advice, and by sunrise, with a little luck,
You’ll be in bed,
And that paper will be done.
Now. Stop writing. Stop procrastinating.
Turn off the TV, and start your paper.

...After this episode is over.