EGO: ID? Are you there ID? It's me EGO.
SUPEREGO: What do you think you're doing? You can't call up ID. We buried ID a long time ago, remember?
EGO: Right...you always have to be right. Look, I need to talk to ID because we are facing an unknown experience and it involves some primal shit, ok?
SUPEREGO: Language!!
EGO: ID, if you can hear me...do you like guns? Violence? Blood? Boom-boom?
ID (from far away): Me like food. Want icecream.
EGO (validating): I know you do, ID...maybe after you answer some questions? Get icecream?
ID: Me like smoke.
SUPEREGO: Oh for Pete's sake. Do we have to do this? We have homework to do...and we need to get started now if it's going to be perfect. Our education is everything and we have spent a lot of money....
EGO: Look, Super....can you go smoke a cigarette? This will just take a minute. And I know, studies have shown that smoking is bad for our health.....
ID: Me tired. Me like bed.
EGO: ID, hang on a minute....look, I'm sorry I've repressed you all these years...but you might be interested in this...I know you're pretty good at anger and upping blood pressure...you know fight or flight...I need you to weigh in on this
ID: Me choose anger... then run like hell... then be mad all over again....no fight...that Superego then take that and beat you up.
EGO: Yep. Look ID, can you stay awake for awhile and near the surface?
ID: Icecream.
ID: And....Gun mean penis.
ID: And....Gun mean penis.