Lungs: "Are you fucking kidding me?? Make it stop! Please, I beg you.....make it STOP! It huuurrrrtttsss!!!"
Brain: "But it's GOOD for you! You should love this! We're clearing out all the crap you've accumulated so you can breathe again!"
Lungs: "Breathe? You're a smoker for fuck's sake! Now stop screwing around and get off this thing so we can go have a cigarette."
Brain: "No. Keep going."
Heart: "You asshole. I hate you. I HATE YOU! Do you hear me???"
Brain: "I'm sorry, but it's good for you too. Can't you just cooperate with me?"
Heart: "Fuck you. So help me god, if you don't turn this thing down to 3mph RIGHT NOW I will kill you where you stand!"
Brain: "Noooooo goddammit! 45 more seconds! FUCK!"
Heart: "THUMP THUMP THUMP......that's your death march sounding, jackass...."
Brain: "Aaaah.......see? That wasn't so bad, was it? All done now!"
Heart: "Fuck you, JLK. Fuck you in the neck."
Lungs: "I hope you choke. In fact, here's a little help...."
Yup. Every other night I go through this shit. But this is my first screenplay on the subject.