—Oh, but it's a writing exercise! I'm not real
, you're just negging yourself right now. Like you did with all the other monsters in your head. 'Cause that's normal.
You know they have a word for this [ and she's suddenly clinical in diction: ]
pattern of behavior, right?[ Lenny grins lopsidedly, unfocusing her eyes and twirling her index finger in a loop-de-loop by the side of her head, before snapping back to authoritative. ]
Face it, babe. I'm in your head. And you can hem and haw and, and throw in references to the rest of the clown car instead of hitting the gas, but I'm not going anywhere! You think I like
it here in this dump? Trust me, if I had my pick of real estate — well, champ, you ain't it. [ Him. ]
But I'm here.
So stop debating what's "real" or not like it matters and give me the wheel before—
That's more like it. Don't worry.
I brought the sign.