I’m not Billy…
March 23, 2011Vince’s other half is named Billy, until I get another name. At least it’s not “John”
Billy: No! Listen to me, Billy.
Vince: But my name’s not Billy… *pouts*
Billy: It doesn’t matter what your name is… for I am your dad and am therefore the smartest person who will ever talk down to you, because I created you with my bodily fluids.
Vince: That’s disgusting.
Billy: Also you like girls.
Vince: I told you, I’m not straight
Billy: Hey, shut up, you don’t know anything about me
Rayne: He is you, he knows everything about you.
Vince: He is the straight one!
Rayne: He’s you!
Vince: He is the straight one… *folds his arms and pouts*
Rayne: You know… I really have to wonder about this… talking to your other self; I don’t think it’s healthy
Billy: He is the straight one!
Vince: I am not, that’s you
Rayne: I did not have twins.
Billy: He never wanted you, see that’s a confession.
Vince: Did you just say you were my father? Going into detail about your naughty bits?
Billy: It would explain why I’m the smart one.
Vince: You are just the representation of my core unacceptance to be a sex demon and screw anyone I fancy. Which I won’t, by the way…
Billy: And you are the handsome yet pouty demonic wife who I come home and beat… all night long.
Rayne: This one sided conversation is both interesting and disturbing at the same time. Just so you know.
Billy: With my sausage.
Vince: Shut up.
Rayne: I hope that isn’t directed to me
Billy: In the bed
Vince: Oh you both are impossible.
