(Scene: my brain, one of the many conversations I have with myself in an attempt to stay rational)
Irrational K: Oh man, I could so be a stunt driver!
Rational K: Seriously? You backed your car out of a parking spot and now you’re fit to be a stunt driver?
Irrational K: I did it with one hand though!
Rational K: Yeah, that’s not going to do it.
Irrational K: I can drive with my knees too.
Rational K: That’s not something to brag about.
Irrational K: I do it all the time.
Rational K: Woo for you. Hope you don’t wreck while driving with your knees, because you’ll spill your precious venti latte all over yourself.
Irrational K: Whatever. When I’m a famous stunt driver, then you’ll see.
Rational K: Yeah, that’s not ever going to happen.
(Rational K usually wins out. End Scene.)
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