Yeah... if any doctors manage to read this, I am so getting sectioned.
Feel free to add your quirks to this if you so desire.
Hey... Hey- Charlie.
See that shoe on the mat? The one that is sort of half hanging off of the mat and touching the floor?
Move it, so it's evenly placed on the mat.
Just do it.
Do it or i'll burn your house down.
*Charlie gets up and straightens out the shoe*
Yeah... hey- Charlie?
See that TV Show thats on?
In about 1 minute, theres about to be an ad break, you know because you've seen this before, anyway, before the break comes on you need to pull the back of your T-Shirt down so your bare back isn't touching the sofa.
Do it Charlie.
But I really don't want to.
You have 30 seconds left Charlie.
Listen, there is no way that I'm going to-
5, 4, 3, 2-
*Charlie pushes himself up and pulls the back of his T-Shirt down, and sits back down again*
Good, now leave me alone, I'm trying to watch this.
Okay. Wait, Charlie?
Dude- Chill. You remember that shoe from earlier?
The one I moved?
Yeah, that one.
Yes, what about it?
The matching shoe is on the other side of the room. You noticed it when you got up to adjust your T-Shirt. Get up, pick it up and put them together.
Why would I want to do that?
Because... because if you do she might admit to liking you.
You know who. Her.
So, wait, let me get this straight. If I get up, go to the other side of the room, pick up that shoe's twin and put them together in that exact spot, the girl I like will admit to liking me back?
Somehow I doubt that, brain.
Well she will.
Well, I'm not doing it, brain.
Yes you are.
Are so. *;)*
*Charlie gets up, retrieves the rogue shoe, and puts it with the one on the mat*
Now get lost, brain, I don't like you today.