Thread:TheMaximumMatt/@comment-30953185-20180719180808/@comment-32807753-20180730021335

Wretched: (to his reflection; confused) Who the heck are you?

Reflection: (to Wretched; stern) I'm your subconscious.

Wretched: (to his subconscious; confused) What are you doing here?

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; stern) I think you already know the answer to that too... Lincoln.

Wretched: (to his subconsicous; aggravated) How many times do I have to keep saying it?! I'm no longer Lincoln Loud! It's Wretched now! You're no longer in control, remember?

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; stern) Hey, just because I’m not in control anymore, doesn’t mean I’ve disappeared completely. I’ve seen all those terrible things you’ve been doing for the past few weeks.

Wretched: (to his subconscious; strong-minded) Hey, those jerks deserved it for how they’ve been treating me. If anything, you should be thanking me for doing you a favor.

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; stern) Dude, even though everyone gave us a hard time these past few weeks, that doesn’t give you the right to just get revenge on everyone like that. Especially to the ones who tried to defend you.

Wretched: (to his subconscious; unconvinced) Well, they all would’ve eventually turned on me, like they always do. No matter what it is, they’d always find some way to turn on me.

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; stern) Yeah, but two wrongs don’t make a right.

Everyone: Understatement of the century!

Luan: Again...