The Scene: An Office Sink

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/.”

2nd: “Ugh.”

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