Longsword, August 25th, 2009
Roy yawned, glaring at Ego.
"You know, I'd rather you not try to force a smile on me."
"Oh, come on, it'll be fun. You just don't know it, yet."
"I think what Ego means is to literally change to a more optimistic disposition," Id suggested.
"Right-o, Id, my friend. The whole razor-method is just way too messy and you all know I just hate cleanups."
Conscience perked up for a moment and stared at Ego for a moment.
"Wait...what about that man in Re--" she began before Ego began flailing his hands wildly at her to stop.
"Whoa, there. That's classified, Whiny McComplainface."
"Wait, what's classified?" Roy blinked.
"Absolutely nothing," Ego replied, beginning to sweat. "I wouldn't pay her much mind. Remember how well she keeps you from going insane? Eh? EH?"
"Why haven't I ever heard about this?" Id asked.
"Because...um...HOLY CRAP, A LIFETIME SUPPLY OF MISO RAMEN!" Ego screamed.
"Where is it?!"
On Ego's signal, Conscience appeared behind Id and unleashed a close-range Kamehameha, sending him into a wall.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Roy screamed in distress.