My head is splitting.
(Did I not drink enough water today? How long have I been staring at the glass rectangle?)
The right lobe has been taken hostage, a ransom has been set.
“Mmmmmm… MMMMMM this headache is annoying, it’s sore!”
No, it isn’t.
“What do you mean? It feels like my head is about to crack open.“
It won’t. Stop drying out your eyes.
“I am not drying my eyes out, I can handle this. Water is what I need.“
You will drink a beer instead.
“I think I may have a beer instead, but… mmm yeah we should drink some water later too.”
You are hurting me and you know it.
“I would never mean to cause some kind of pain… if that’s what I did.”
We told you we were headed here.
“Yeah… I knew, I don’t know why we pretended we didn’t.”
They kept it going. Foolishly.
“He has been foolish, someone should tell him. Doesn’t he learn?”
Well his head is splitting.
“We agreed that was no longer the case.”
The headache is sore and his head is about to crack open.
“No it isn’t, and it won’t.”