You promised you’d do this.
I said no such thing. Don’t you understand the word maybe?
But you’re doing it now.
OK. Stop gloating.
You’re copying him, aren’t you?
He’s inspired the voices in my head. You should be grateful. And ‘copy’ is the wrong word.
You and your semantics…

La da dum da dum…

You’re cheating on me, aren’t you?
Wha?
You’re back writing the novel. I can feel it.
You’re a voice in my head. You can’t feel a-ny-thing.
I am your guiding voice.
Rubbish. You can’t even guide me down a one-way street.
You need your Muse back.
Shuttup. Don’t mention that word.
Where the hell is He, anyway?
Stuffed if I know.
Sore point, hey?

La da dum da dum…

If you don’t take charge, I will.
What? You’re turning yourself into a Muse? That’s laughable!
I’m offended.
And you’ve overstepped the line.
You need to get your arse into gear.
Leave my arse out of it. Or I’ll kick yours so hard—
You can’t fire me, can you?

La da dum da dum…

Hey… still talking to me?

(tap tap tap…)