Make up your minds!

My characters drive me crazy. Many will claim I was crazy before, and they're partially right. In that case, my characters make me more crazy. They won't do what I want them too. They have minds of their own. With ideas of their own. And they talk to me. Tell me what they want. What they think. Now they want to fly around the galaxy making out with each other and doing what they please.

However, I have the ultimate authority. They can make out all they want, but I can delete it. Go ahead, Winner and Keane! Have your fun now, while you can. Soon you'll be in too much trouble to make out. Trouble you've created for yourselves, by the way. Trouble you'll have to find a way out of, and if you think I'm going to help you're wrong. I'll just write down what I see (or hear or whatever) and you'll have to manage on your own! We'll see who's laughing then! Oh yes! Hahahahaha!

Winner: Um, we're not laughing.

Keane: She did say she was crazy. Want to make out?

Winner: Sure.

Hollan: Damn it! Not another one. Quit it you two! I'm going to delete this later!