You are a nice doorknob.
<Thank you. And you're a nice person.>
Am I really? I never thought so. My sister keeps telling me how terrible I am.
<No, you really are nice.>
I don't believe that, I think you're trying to brainwash me.
<Why would I try to brainwash you, after all, you said I was nice.>
Well, I don't know. I suppose you don't like me listening to the walls.
<You are nice. And don't listen to the walls, they're trying to draw you into their evil plan of taking over the universe.>
No. They never even talk. They are pretty walls, don't you think?
<No. And stop listening to them.>
I'm not listening to them. I'm just hearing them breath and grow.
<You are crazy.>
I am not.
<You are too.>
Am not!
<No sane person would be able to hear the walls breath and grow.>
Why not?
<they're sane. Unlike you.>
I told you I'm not crazy!
<Sure, and I'm not a doorknob.>
*pouts*
I'm not talking to you anymore.
<Fine!>