"Who will it be?" Justin thought to his own. "I'm on the verge of committing suicide right here."

"Oh, Justin!" His wife, Bribery calls unto him. "Why don't we just assemble things together?"

"Where have I fallen into pieces?" He stutters.

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing. Just talking to myself."

"Talk in a low tone-please."

"Oh, won't you just forgive me for all the wrong which I've done to you?"

"Nothing is wrong with us."

"How can you be so confident of that?"

"Ah! The power of imagination. People without imagination are people with no hope. Where have I lost your number I shall assume?"

"In my ass!" He toys around.

"Why wouldn't you just fall asleep? Sleep on the couch. You haven't slept all night long. What's wrong with you hon?"

"I'm so tired of responsibilities, Bribery. The world is such a confusing-demanding world."

"Dust it all off of your back! Nothing is worth it. The kids have grown up and we're doing just fine. You just need to hold yourself even more."

"And why would you just assume that?"

"Why wouldn't I just prove that to you? Look into the mirror and enjoy the way the creator has created you."

"Sure thing."