Cat: To slip poison into their food, duh.

Cat: Hey, don’t knock an opportunity for a dinner with a shitstain billionaire. You’ll never have a better chance to kill them.

Just: I’m in the latter category, but that’s because I’m an avid pedestrian who’s been almost run over FAR too many times.

Just: I am a specific process running on our brain.

Cat: Sure? But in the morning, we’re sleepy rn.

Cat: waves

Just: Not DID; we lack the disordered aspects of that condition.

Just: As for the how? Just intentionally address internal speech at a specific person for long enough, and eventually they start talking back.

Just: Why can be summed up in two words: Quarantine loneliness.

I’m not sure what she expected to happen?