That wasn't so bad, now, was it? How you feelin' now, sweetie?
...I... I feel great!
But... how? Wait, I can't even remember getting hurt in the first place. I know I got a black eye, but how did it happen? What did you do?
I'll let you in on a secret, baby. If you don't know you're hurt, how could you be? There's nothing physical here, just ideas, so you're however you think you are. You ever woken up with any injuries you got in a dream? Hell fuckin' no, you haven't. But that don't mean your sleepin' self gets off scott free. Those poor placid dreamers can't do shit to help themselves cause they don't know any better. Luckily, there's folk like me to come around and be all "yo, I see you're missing an arm there, buddy. Lemme help you forget all about it." and they forget it like a cop what got a nice fat stack palmed his way.
Wait, so let me get this straight, you went in and messed around with my head?! Did you wipe my memory?! That's horrible!
'S just a little bandaid, sweetie. That shit's still in your mind, just that you're gonna be able to avoid getting reminded of it. Some fucker come all up in this bitch and remind you when you just about forgot, then that wound's gonna be fresher than a silver-tongued salesman.
I can attest to that.
Ok, then... thanks, I guess.
.....Um, just, tell me... how much were you able to see?
Not much, dear. Right up ‘til you got clobbered. Man, Silv got you good. And I gotta be frank, you kinda egged it on. You shoulda listened when my little man Maté here told you to shut up.
Naw, you shut the fuck up, man. You could have done something else aside from clock this kid. Why, you should know better when you dealin' with someone who don't know better. Matter a fact I oughta--
Mmmmmmboy! How about some hot refreshments now?
YES! Yes, please!
Pshhh, fine I see how it is. You watch your ass, though, I'mma slap the everlivin' daylights outta you if this happens again, Silv.