Brain: Only a few days left until the official rehearsal. You can't get this dance routine done in time. You need to drop out of the show NOW!
Body: Oh god yes PLEASE drop out! I can't dance and rehearse like this every single night. I'm exhausted and I hurt!
Brain: Yeah, and do you know how many parties and invitations you're turning down to make these rehearsals. Summer is half over and you're missing all the summer fun!
Ego: Hell no. Have you SEEN this dance!? It kicks ass!!!! This is your personal BEST!!
Body: Excuse me, your right glute muscle is requesting the microphone. Go ahead glute.
Right Glute: Owwwwwwwwww! I huuuuuurrrtttttt! Arrrggghhhhh!!!
Body: You hear that, you're killing me muscle by muscle.
Brain: And you still have to work as a dancer this Saturday night. If you keep rehearsing and choreographing every night you won't be able to earn your paycheck in the cage on Saturday!
Right Glute: And did I mention....OOOOOOWWWWWWWW!
Ego: You're going to blow away the audience at the gala. You HAVE to do this! You're going to blow away EVERY other act at that show! Just like last year, people will be talking about your performance for months afterward!!
Right Glute: Fuck you ego! I fucking hurt like hell! You try doing a dance routine with squats and lunges over and over and over for hours and hours. Ooooowwwwwwww!
Ego: You rock!!!! Your dance kicks ass!!!!!
Right Glute: PLEASE!! MERCYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
Body: *thud* I hurt. I refuse to move.
Right Glute: Oh thank God!!!!!!! Ow.
Ego: Damnit! Bunch of #*&^%$#@!!! wusses!!!!!