I, dear patron conscience, am supposed to be your confidence and assertiveness.
Finally somebody positive for once.
It's been a most difficult task trying to convince you that you're not the scum of the earth, sir.
Has it worked?
Yes, I have managed to upgrade your status of self-worth from 'scum of the earth' to 'crusty remains of month old rancid milk'. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go kill myself now.
Man, I must really suck. When I get out of this pipe dream, I'm gonna shape up and do right.
Don't count on it. You're right about you sucking, though I can help with that.
More of me? Who are you, my inner gloom cookie?
Nah, man. It's the ol' Mr. S come to pay you a visit in your moment of weakness.
Where were you during my other moments of temptation? That conscience lady beat the shit out of me because you weren't there to distract her.
Hey, man. I was busy getting Dubya elected. Even the Prince of Darkness can't be everywhere at once to trick poor souls into doing something extremely stupid.
I signed over my soul and my dibs on shotgun for the rest of my life. But it's worth it.
It sho' is. A pleasure doing business wit' ya.
So when do I get the good stuff that's coming to me?
Not so fast, my fren'. First you gotta go to Hell. Y'know, to get familiarized wit' da joint since you're gonna be there a while 'cause you O.D.ed on those 'shrooms.
What the hell? Doesn't that mean I signed over my soul for nothing because I'm already dead? You ripped me off!
What can I say? I'm evil. Welcome to Hell, kid. Don't mind the dog, he's pretty tame once you toss him a limb.