Pgf: Hey Jazzy, how are you?
>Bleh, pgf, (you) know how I feel, you're in my head.
Pgf: Yea just thought I'd ask anyway...
>Life SUCKS pgf, I can never know who I can trust
Pgf: Yea life is like that when you're a targeted minority
>That doesn't help me pgf
Pgf: Sorry for stating the obvious
>It's ok
Pgf: Want to eat some sweet potato fritters?
>I guess...what else can I do
Pgf: Idk, that's up to you, only you can answer that
>God damnit Pgf, you're so fucking smart
Pgf: Well, I AM an aspect of your consciousness, and you're a pretty smart cookie
>Now you're just flattering me
Pgf: It got you feeling better didn't it?
>I guess Pgf, I guess