Chatterbox: Down to Earth

Hello Alter Egos—

Wildflower: No, wait actually, I think it should be, "friends, Chatterboxers, countrymen, lend me your—" 

Sam: YES! Enough! Can we just get on with it?

Okay then. 

As I was saying. Hello. It's us. You haven't seen Sam and Wildflower for almost a year now. Well, they are making a—

Wildflower: DRAMATIC ENTRANCE!

Sam: Quick exit

um, I was saying, they're making a return! Mostly, all my alter egos do is—

Wildflower: Steal the spotlight!

Sam: Disappear...

..well, that's kind of it. They tag along in my posts and make...ahem...unhelpful comments. 

Wildflower: Theater quotes are helpful in any circumstances.

Sam: So if I was dangling over a lava pit held up by a chain of toothpics and some evil all-powerful villian who wears a Newsies cap and only speaks in quotes from Nancy Drew, some dumb musical called Hamilton, and A Series of Unfortunate Events was about to pour a container of fast-melting acid onto it if I didn't eat a tomatoe in order to get me out of the situation (which I would never do) how would, "To be or not to be" help me in any way? 

Ummm...how would you even get in that situation? Never mind. I don't want to know. And if you call Hamilton dumb ONE MORE TIME MISTER I swear on the river Styx I will—

Sam: Well, Wildflower?  

Wildflower: Oh that's easy! It makes you think about your circumstances in life! 

Sam: My circumstance is that I'm allergic to tomatoes!!!

Wildflower: Exactly! 

*An extemely violenet fight ensues*

Oh great. Maybe this was a bad idea. Anyways, now you know about the two little imps tagging about in some of my posts.