Me: Why do you have to make a fool of me for saying that my garlic bomb passed without a problem?
Rash: Get a clue. I’m the one who asks questions around here.
Me: Are you trying to torture me?
Rash: You have nice hands. They make a great host. And they’re tasty.
Me: What is it that you want from me?
Rash: Well, I find myself on the verge of answering one of your idiotic questions…how ’bout those Mets? You do have delicious hands, by the way.
Me: Had delicious hands.
Me: It seems like your deadly cycle has sped up lately. It used to take 48 hours for the rash-burn to manifest after I ate something, now it takes 24 hours. Would you say that’s true?
Rash: [Munch, munch.] Mmm! These hands taste good. God, I love flesh!
Me: Does this mean that the healing cycle will also speed up?
Rash: [Munch, munch.] Damn, girl! You got anymore of this stuff? Where you hidin’ it?!
Me: You’ve eaten almost all of it, you greedy bastard.
Rash: Hey, now. No need to get all hissy ’bout it.
Me: Why do you have an Okie accent?
Rash: Why don’t YOU just leave me alone?
Me: You’re the one who’s taken up residence in my body, remember?
Rash: You’re taking a long time to kill, witch. You got some kind of super genes.
Me: I’ll be sure to thank my parents for that.
Rash: Well, I’d love to continue our little chat [munch, munch], but I got some eating to do. Bye now!