REN (relaxing in bathtub) Ahhhhhhhh. (looks around guiltily as suspicious bubbles appear in bathwater)

STIMPY I'll turn off the gravity. It'll help you relax.

REN What a pal. Ahhh. This is the good life. Just relax... and let my mind drift.

(Ren and water float out of the tub together) Yeahhhh. I'll just relax, and think pleasant thoughts... Chicken pot pie!... Chocolate-covered raisins!... Ehh... Glazed ham!...

(Ren drifts around the room.) Heh... heh... heh... they think I'm CRAZY. But I know better. It is not *I* who am crazy. It is I who am MAD! Didn'tcha hear 'em? Didn'tcha see the CROWDS?

(Ren holds up bar of soap) Oh, my beloved ice cream bar... how I love to lick your creamy center! HOOOWWWWWW... (bites soap) ... and your oh-so-nutty chocolate covering! You're not like the others... you like the same things I do! Waxed paper... boiled football leather... dogbreath...

We're not hitchhiking anymore! We're RIDING!

STIMPY Stop it! You're talking crazy!

REN (suddenly paranoid) Oh, no. I know what YOU want. You coveted my ICE CREAM BAR!

STIMPY C'mon now...

REN No, you don't! You can't take it from me now. I've had this ice cream bar since I was a CHILD! People... always trying to take it from me! Why won't they LEAVE ME ALOOOOONNNNE?

STIMPY E... easy, now.

REN Back off, man! (grabs toothbrush) Don't make me use this! One step closer, I'm WARNING ya! Don't make me use it! (Stimpy steps closer) NOW you've done it. YOU FORCED ME TO USE IT!

(horrible sound as Ren brushes his teeth. They struggle. Ren loses.)

REN Eeee... eh... I'm hurting. (collapses)

STIMPY You poor crazy kid!