dasch: hey
me: .....???
dasch: its me
me: huh?!
dasch: im leaving
me: u cant be talking, how... how is it that..
dasch: just get over it, stop being so naive
me: but how come u never answered me whenever i talked to you and u decided to speak so out of blue?
dasch: well, listen now. you are doing the samething. just get used to it now
me: i mean give me some moment to settle would you? why are u so aggressive
dasch: dont you know that my ancestors were hunters? its running in my blood. its called genetic evolution.
me: now you are lecturing me on science? well, if you are so civilized why do you pee all over everywhere?
dasch: that's because i own the places. and i am just marking my property. keepin my boundaries from neighbors.
me: i do not 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 cannot acknowledge my rights and liberties? i have lived to fight for my pursuit of happiness. and you think you can pee all over it?
me: you are aware it is your very wrondoing, peeing all over my stuff. and you do it when i am not looking. nothing justifies your vandalism. think over again, you are the peeing vandal.
dasch: once again, its all in the amendments. i object your nonsense ans accusation. i am being generous here, thy my neighbor.
me: screw thy your neighbor. you just decide to speak loudmouth full of madness. you go back to being mute. this is not who you are. just be a dog that you are. you crazy nutball.
dasch: i have never lost my composure throughout this conversation. i hope you realize you are the one talking to the dog. Look how fad you have already come. Slowly and surely, you have now accepted my humanity. There is no turning back. Your system of reality has torn apart. And, I am now the crown master sitting in the center of your brain.
me: no... no... not my brain. dont 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 have my own emergency measures... to eject you out of my system... i am 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 to altogether you are losing it.
me: well well, does the mention of the hospital run your imagination wild and free? since you are 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 are 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 cant... cant you hear yourself out? you are really losing it nuthead! have you really gone nuts? what you are about to do has all likelihood of killing me! are you trying to murder me? why dont you just beat me to death instead? there is nothing christian about castration, i thought you went to church every sunday. dont you remember? the gospel singing for forgiveness and kindness.
me: well, i am only helping you get closer to heaven. this is a step forward. it is deliverance... emancipation of your dangling pee gun... this is a holy gun control...
dasch: i swear my peeing never killed anyone so you cannot say its a gun. you are crazy.
me: you have a point there.