Mark W. Writes:

Say i were some kinda psychiatrist trying to analyze your thoughts, what would you say to me?

The Voices Reply:

Reaper: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! SHRINKS!!! 

Stinger: Shrinks... always asking questions... "Why do you do this? Why do you do that? How do you worship your penis?" so many questions...

Conscience: Probably the wrong place to ask that question... Stinger doesn't like being interrogated, and Reaper is afraid of them for some reason...

Reaper: I'm not afraid of anything! Except for flying monkeys... and circus midgets... and maybe shrinks...

Stinger: If you were a shrink... and you were trying to analyze my thoughts... I'd tell you... um... I don't know... what am I thinking... question so different... no quick answers... something is wrong...

Reaper: Shrink... shrink... shrink... AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Conscience: Hmm... we seem to have found a question that has killed their wit. 

Reaper: Um... No it hasn't you big doody head!

Conscience: SHRINK!

Reaper: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Conscience: Hmm... this could prove to be entertaining... Figured it out yet, Stinger?

Stinger: Um... um... um... um... um... um... um... um... um... SHUT UP!

Conscience: Um... very nice... I'll take that as a "No". Mark, these people obviously have deep, deep issues. If I had to guess, I'd think both of them would immediately freak out. Stinger would just freeze, and Reaper would try to set something on fire. There wouldn't be much talking involved.