PSI ROCKIN'

JAKE: What do you suppose a soul looks like? DIRK: What am I, the official expert on any and all soul-related matters now? JAKE: Well i dont see why not. DIRK: I think it's meant to be like, ephemeral and shit. You know, *indescribable.* JAKE: Oh come on dont tell me you aren't up for a challenge. I mean if you *had* to describe it, what would it be? JAKE: I know youre a man of far too many words you cant fool me here. DIRK: Hmm. DIRK: ... DIRK: You know those clear plastic spheres with tracks and bridges inside, and you're supposed to guide a marble through the channels to bring it to the end? JAKE: Sure... JAKE: So youre saying were like some sort of puzzle for you to solve eh? DIRK: No, hold on. I’m getting there. DIRK: It’s like that, but there's a light coming from within, so bright that you couldn’t possibly see anything inside. DIRK: It’s a puzzle, but only you can truly know what your soul contains. It’s not something for the rest of us to solve. DIRK: ...At least, that's what I try to remind myself of. JAKE: Not as easy in practice, huh? DIRK: Yeah, you got me there. JAKE: Oh you know im only teasing. JAKE: You want to know what i think? Id rather you slice that puzzle open in two and rearrange everything nice and orderly. JAKE: And then just seal everything back up and pop it right back into the ol noggin. DIRK: Soul surgery, huh? Sounds pretty hardcore JAKE: I was thinking dissection but that's essentially the same thing DIRK: I don't know man, I don't think you need anyone rummaging around in your head. Isn't that basically what Aranea did? JAKE: Who? DIRK: Aranea, the troll? JAKE: Sorry im not sure i know what you mean? DIRK: Remember? When- DIRK: Oh, right. Nevermind. DIRK: Sorry, I was thinking of something else. Not important. JAKE: Maybe its your head that needs fiddling around with... DIRK: Hey, maybe you're right. DIRK: But in all seriousness, you don't have to worry. I love you just the way you are.