Um alright. It goes a little something like this: Back when I still lived in NY, I had more of a loud, obnoxious additude. It was arrogant, annoying,and always wanted to get into a fight. But as I got older, I became smarter, and because of my increasing intelligence, my personality wanted to change. But my obnoxious, arrogant side wanted me to stay the same. So, I buried my arrogant side to the dark recesses of my mind in order to become smarter. When everyone unleashed their alter egos, he wanted to join in on the fun, so he released himself from his prison, and now he runs rampant around my mind.
Okay, who's telling the next story?
Okay, who's telling the next story?