Dee: World domination is the shit!
Dum: I KNOW.
Dee: And minions are frickin' awesome.
Dum: I. KNOW.
Dee: Who cares if, instead of cushy thrones, we have to rule from cement balls?
Dum: I know.
Dee: My neck hurts, and I think I pinched something in my lower back, but at least I don't have to stand around all day in these heels. It could be worse, right?
Dum. I...know.
Dee: Come to think of it, these aren't the most comfortable clothes to wear perched on a hard sphere, are they? We should at least be offered something with built-in butt padding.
Dum: I, uh, no?
Dee: And didn't anyone get my memo about being afraid of heights? Our minions are so far away, they look like ants.
Dum: Okay, dude? They are ants. Someone spilled a juice. We're sitting on a sculpture and a security guard is heading this way to kick us out of the museum benefit.
Dee: Oh, right, the party. It's coming back to me now.
Dum: I hate it when you drop acid.
Dee: I know...wait, if I'm on acid, that means I'm just projecting you, right?
Dum: That's right. You don't have a twin.
Dee: Thank God, because you really look ridiculous right now.
i think i had this conversation with myself...years ago!
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