Last night, while shaving, Alto-Ego returned!
Alto: Aye up, Inchie!.
Inchie: What are you doing back?.
Alto: I never left, yer burke…
Inchie: No need to embarrass like this, is there?.
While I’m shaving and cleaning up the lesion?
Alto: Exactly, I like a laugh occasionally!
Inchie: Laugh at what?.
Alto: Yer tiddly pinkie, Hahaha!.
Inchie: At least I’ve got one, yo ain’t!
Alto: I’m you, ain’t I? Your mentor, guide and mental crippler! And I’ve not got a physical body to be ashamed of like you have!
Alto: Gawd, your thick!
Inchie: Well, yer…
Alto: This is why I’ve not been getting at you lately, Turd-face…, yer just a short-arsed overweight whimp, with no residence to my poking fun at you! It’s hardly worth my while trying to make you miserable & depressed; you’ve been this way for months now of your own volition! Is it any wonder I’m losing interest in yer? I’m only here now cause I’d done such a good job in pissing Putin off! This could mean a promotion for me, you know?
Inchie: Promotion? I like the sound of that. Does this mean you’ll get another human to hassle and leave me alone?
Alto: Nae, Dumbo, your memory is gerrin’ worserer! I’ve told yer before, the Alto-Ego Management, insist we stay with any human allotted to us until we get victory…
Alto: If you stop interrupting me, Brain-dead, I was going to tell yer, yet again; The only way I free myself of you is the Humans death, Confirmed by an appropriate medical institution of utter insanity, or nine attempts at suicide all fail. That, Knob-Rot, is the only escape from you.
Inchie: Erm… I’ve been trying to part company with you, and now you say you’d like to part company with me… am I right?
Alto: Oh, Inchy, my stupidest ever human; You’re just too thick and ignorant to understand the simplest things, and you make a mess off, mistakes and blunders of everything you try to do, don’t you? But that really is not always your fault…
Inchie: Oh, there’s a change in tone Alto?…
Alto: Your willful pig-ignorance, despondency, dispiritedness, defeatism, and docility, sometimes bring out a rare quality in me. Seeing you struggle medically is a laugh for me. The more I mock and depress you, the nearer your suicide gets. I’ve arranged for all the ailments, including Cataract Katey and Dementia Doreen, to have free reign of your body and mind. Soon it will be freedom for me! Your dubiety and incertitude are making you, more than ever, reliant upon me, your Alto-Ego. Thus you are becoming more and more subservient and servile to me… The first Alto-Ego to dent Putin’s determination! The Alto of Altos…
Inchie: Oh! So why did you call at all?
Alto: In a desperate bid to cause you misery. depression, and encourage you to commit suicide, Bozo!
Inchie: Well, you’ve always tried doing that in the past?
Alto: Well, today, I’m gifting you with an accident that will involve a plaster-cast and Hospitalisation…
Inchie: That’s nice…
Inchie: Well, my depression does not come from physical pain but from the mental stress of living. I admit you did a good job with installing Dementia Doreen, but she’s not taken over completely yet. So don’t fret… I’ll not top myself yet… I’ve never felt better for months than I do at this very minute. What do you think of that?