Body: I'm hungry! Let's have breakfast. Bread...ok...coffee...ok...cigarr--
Mind: Don't even think about it.
Body: But YOU are the one in charge of thinking.
Mind: Yes. And now all I can think about it's a fucking cigarrette. But we can't have those anymore.
Body: Why?
Mind: You know well why, Mr Blackened Lungs.
Body: But it's hardly showing!
Mind: Hardly? How about thos nasty dark pieces of phlegm you've been expectorating?
Body: That ain't my lungs.
Mind: That's made in your lungs, asshat!
Body: But a cigarrette--
Mind: You. Fucking. Can't. Have. Any. More.
Body: Why not?
Mind: Because you won't let me sleep if you keep smoking, that's why!
Body: That was a one timer only.
Mind: One timer? No. It was yesterday, the day before that, and even before that one! It's everyday!!
Body: But I miss my sweet smoke!
Mind: And I miss the fucking feeling of it. But that's why you got the patch attached.
Body: Again? Why? You always order me to rip it off.
Mind: Not this time. We gotta stop that. Or we're gonna die from insomnia.
Body: Are you for real this time? You're letting the patch on?
Mind: I have no choice. I know I'm fighting a powerful enemy, but we shall endure.
Body: You're making me pick up cigarrette stubs off the ashtray.
Mind: No, no, no, goddammit. Stop that.
Body: You're in control. I just obey.
Mind: This is gonna be tougher than I thought....
Body: How about a coffee with cigarrette while you think about it?
Mind: Fuck you. I'm onto you.
Body: Well, I had to try it.
Mind: Fuck off. I'm having a hard time already, because of you and your fucking nicotine-craving lungs!
Body: I thought it was the Mind that craved, not the lungs.
Mind: Fuck you.
Body: You want a cigarreteeeeeeeee....
Mind: Fuck OFF!
Body: Annnnddd a big ol' cup of joe. Hmmm!
Mind: Fuck it. We'll have this one, while we drink this coffee, then none more.
Body: I knew you wouldn't resist.
Mind. You fucker.
Body: Ahhhh....sweet smoke.
Mind: Ahhh, fucking nicotine.
Body: i told you, it wouldn't be so bad.
Mind: Yeah. But that's it for today. You're not carrying the pack along with you today.
Body: B-b-but I swear...
Mind: You don't swear shit. I know, if we take them with us, we're gonna smoke nonstop.
Body: That's gonna suck.
Mind: I know, right? I'm the one who's fucking addicted.
Body: Just one more...
Mind: No, we're off. You're leaving the pack, we can have another when we get back, for the twilight cup of joe.
Body: You swear?
Mind: I do. Now, leave that shit behind.
Body: Okay then, you're the boss.
Mind: And we're outta here. Don't worry, We'll have the twilight one.
Body: Twilight? With all that crap about sparkling vampires and--
Mind: Shut the fuck up. Let's go.
Body: Okay.
(Body and Mind go off, leaving Gideon behind)
Gideon: I promise that he'll smoke more than one...
