Mick rests his arse in the couch in his room, watching TV (he has never been an active person, but since Mxy started using his body, he's tired all the time... Sometimes he wonders if Mxy does acrobacies when he uses the body...). As he flips through TV stations, Mick sighs.

"Fuck me," he says, "I can't believe I miss Larry alredy"

Mick knows there's something he has to do... He's been trying to remember what that was since this morning, with no results. It was something about talking to someone about something...

Suddenly, a random TV commercial, completely unrelatred to what he has to remember, refreshes his memory.

"Oh, yeah..." he says to himself. He closes his eyes and says, "Haven't done this in a while..."

When Mick (difficultly) concentrates, he reaches the someone he has to tell something to...

"Mxy? You there?... Hey, Mi-ckey! 'Sup, yo?... 'Sup yo'? You got a TV in there?... Nah, all the entertainment I got over here in your subcouncious is childhood traumas and stuff... Uh-huh... Speaking of childhood traumas... I remembered something very strange about my childhood the other day... Yeah? What was it?... Oh, don't play dumb... You know what I'm talking about... But I don't have to play dumb! Watcha talkin' bout, Willis?!... Are you SURE you don't have a TV in there?... Possitive... Huh. Anyway, I was saying... The other day, when we were in that weird castle place, I visited the room I used as a kid... Yeah! I found myself in there after you said my name! Hey, you used to like the New Kids On The Block?... W-What?... You had posters of them and stuff... Uh... ANYWAY... I was going through my old stuff, and I saw a drawing of you, my friend... So what?... When I looked at the drawing I remembered that actually making it when I was a kid! That was years before I met you! Something isn't right here, Mxy... That's weird, but I don't... Come on! I know you must know something about this!... Ummm... What if... OK, I've lived in your subcouncious since I came here... And?... What if I got my sense of fashion from your memories?... Well, I guess that is possible... If that's not it, then I don't know what to say, Mick... I'm as confused as you are, buddy... All right... I'm gonna take for word for it... I swear I don't know anything about this, Mickey... OK, OK... Hey, one other thing... Anything, Mickster... Do you do acrobacies when I'm not around?... Whu?... Nevermind. See ya later. Have fun watching my childhood traumas... Bye!"

When Mick returns to the councious part of his mind, Mxy (or the mental image of him) sighs. He makes a TV appear in front of him.

"Heh... That Kramer..."

[ 08-13-2002, 10:08 PM: Message edited by: I'm Not Mister Mxypltk ]