Jim L. Writes:

AHHHHHH!!!! I need to know what to do. There is this real stupid chick in some of my classes. (Gym, Socials and Math) She is the STUPIDEST,  SLOWEST, CLUMSIEST CHICK EVER! And she's always smiling! She kept talking to me about her puppy... She wouldn't talk a hint! At one point I tried calling her an ugly whore and told her to fuck off. Instead of going away, she laughs and continues talking to me! She doesn't have mental problems! She just doesn't get it! AAAHHH!! I want to slap her! slap some some sense in to her! it took her an hour to write a 5 question quiz on tennis in gym. Today, I just couldn't help it, and I chucked a tennis ball at her. Tomorrow I plan to shoot her with a staple gun! DAHHH!! WHAT SHOULD I DO?!! MKLDNlkANDnfjNFLNlknlFNLANFDAKNBKAF NK ALNFLKNF I'M FREAKING OUT! THIS QUESTION IS LIKE TOTALLY TRUE, I AM NOT BULLSHITTING!

The Voices Reply:

Conscience: Hmm... I can see how this would be frustrating for you, her not taking the hint and all, but violence is never the answer...

Reaper: 'Cept when it is...

Conscience: Reaper! You can't possibly suggest he hit a girl! 

Reaper: Not with his fists! I think the tennis ball was along the right lines though...

Conscience: I'm ashamed with you! 

Reaper: Hey! I do not agree with the use of a staple gun! Those things are misnamed... they don't shoot more then a few feet... you are better off just throwing the staples...

Conscience: Reaper! Fine! I'll handle this! I think this girl has emotional problems. She is probably picked on all the time in school. No real friends. You should be nice to her! You have no idea what she is going through! You should invite her to your house and-

Stinger: Weren't you listening? Why would he want that? She's ugly, remember?

Conscience: I was going to say, "You should invite her to your house and befriend her." You are all such perverts.

Reaper: Hmm... can't we come up with some kind of compromise?

Conscience: That is a very mature suggestion, Reaper. What did you have in mind?

Reaper: Write, "At least you don't smell that bad" on the tennis ball before throwing it.

Conscience: I should have known...