I squirt a bit of dish soap into a bowl, and as it fills with water an old friend appears.
The Imp of the Perverse (an internal voice attuned to the inappropriate): “Aww yeah… get that water reaaaal slippery.”
A 2nd internal voice: “Don’t do that.”
The Imp (escalating): “Daddy likes his water real… /slippery/.”
A 3rd internal voice: “I could post this.”
2nd: “No! You’re giving it what it wants!”
The Imp: “Drink the soap water.”
[it don’t] END