JAKE: (Brain ghost dirk!) JAKE: (*Sob...*) JAKE: (Youve got to do something!) DIRK: Sorry, man. I'd like to help you out. DIRK: But I'm not real. JAKE: (Dag nabbit!) JAKE: (*Sniffle...*) JAKE: (Are you sure theres nothing you can do?) DIRK: I'm only as real as your ability to believe in me. JAKE: (But i do believe in you.) JAKE: (I believe in everybody!) DIRK: Yeah right. DIRK: You've never really believed in anyone your whole life, and you know it. DIRK: Everything's always about you. Don't you remember? You already had this epiphany, dingus. DIRK: I could only become truly real if you ever managed to harness those bomb as shit hope powers she mentioned. DIRK: Then again, if you actually did that, you wouldn't even need my help. JAKE: (But i cant!) JAKE: (And i dont want to be a pawn in her lecherous baby making pastry empire.) JANE: Jake. JAKE: (*Blubber...*) DIRK: Will you stop crying? DIRK: It's reflecting poorly on both of us. JAKE: (Sorry.) JAKE: (*Sniff.*) DIRK: Hey. DIRK: Did you shave your legs? JAKE: (No i think the magic god tier fire burned it all off...) DIRK: God damn. DIRK: They're so smooth. DIRK: A car could swerve outta control on those gams. JAKE: (I know. Its really weird.) JAKE: (Speaking of legs...) DIRK: Yeah. The little poofy asshole pants. I know. JAKE: (Is that really what youre wearing now?) DIRK: Yeah. JAKE: (Sweet!) DIRK: No. JANE: JAKE. JANE: To whom are you talking? JAKE: Brain ghost dirk. JANE: Brain... Ghost Dirk? JAKE: Yes. JANE: You are lying. JAKE: No im not! JANE: Brain Ghost Dirk sounds almost as fake as he is completely made up. JAKE: But... JAKE: *Snivel.* JAKE: *WEEEEEEEEEEP!* JANE: Oh, for goodness' sake.