Dasch: hey
Dude: .....???
Dasch: it's me
Dude: huh?!
Dasch: i'm leaving
Dude: you can't be talking, how... how is it that..
Dasch: just get over it, stop being so naive
Dude: but how come you never answered me whenever i talked to you and you decided to speak so out of blue?
Dasch: well, listen now. you're doing the samething. just get used to it now
Dude: i mean give me some moment to settle would you? why are you so aggressive
Dasch: don't you know that my ancestors were hunters? it's running in my blood. it's called genetic evolution.
Dude: now you're lecturing me on science? well, if you're so civilized why do you pee all over everywhere?
Dasch: that's because i own the places. and i'm just marking my property. keepin my boundaries from neighbors.
Dude: i don't think anything belongs to you nor you own anything. that's an outrageous claim and just stop it right there.
Dasch: you deny my property ownership. should i deny yours as well? in fact, what do you have so much that you can't acknowledge my rights and liberties? i have lived to fight for my pursuit of happiness. and you think you can pee all over it?
Dude: you're aware it is your very wrondoing, peeing all over my stuff. and you do it when i'm not looking. nothing justifies your vandalism. think over again, you're the peeing vandal.
Dasch: once again, it's all in the amendments. i object your nonsense ans accusation. i'm being generous here, thy my neighbor.
Dude: screw thy your neighbor. you just decide to speak loudmouth full of madness. you go back to being mute. this is not who you're. just be a dog that you're. you crazy nutball.
Dasch: i have never lost my composure throughout this conversation. i hope you realize you're the one talking to the dog. Look how mad you've already come. slowly and surely, you've now accepted my humanity. there's no turning back. your system of reality has torn apart. and, i'm now the crown master sitting in the center of your brain.
Dude: no... no... not my brain. don't you dare loiter in my brain. no pee. not there. you moron! this infiltration. how sneaky like a snake. you slithered into it. but i've my own emergency measures... to eject you out of my system... i'm going to drag you to pet hospital...
Dasch: w.. wait... i already got my recent checkup. you wouldnt be fool enough to waste on unnecessary visit...? look at your savings and credit card balance. sanity check. get it together. you're losing it.
Dude: well well, does the mention of the hospital run your imagination wild and free? since you're peeing so much, i think it wise that i free you from peeing anymore perhaps. there will be a scalpel, a synrige filled with sedative...and there you're sleeping, shamefully displaying your stomach wide open to stranger doctors...
i shall guilltione your dangling testicle... and i will hang it in a cathedral tower, give it some gentle push and it will chime like angel's saxophone scarying away the sitting crows... and there shall be a red moon shine and smile.
Dasch: s... stop.. you.. you can't... can't you hear yourself out? you're really losing it nuthead! have you really gone nuts? what you're about to do has all likelihood of killing me! are you trying to murder me? why don't you just beat me to death instead? there's nothing christian about castration, i thought you went to church every sunday. don't you remember? the gospel singing for forgiveness and kindness.
Dude: well, i'm only helping you get closer to heaven. this is a step forward. it's deliverance... emancipation of your dangling pee gun... this is a holy gun control...
Dasch: i swear my peeing never killed anyone so you can't say it's a gun. you're crazy.
Dude: you have a point there.