Novel: So, you're aware that your fleshed out plans for chapters last only for the next...*drumroll* 3 chapters, right?
Me: Um, yes?
Novel: So, what happens after that?
Me: I'm not quite sure. I'll have to sit down and think. But hey, wouldn't you know? You're the Novel.
Novel: Exactly. I'm the Novel. You're the Novelist. Last time I checked Novelists wrote Novels and not vice versa.
Me: Wow, you speak Latin.
Novel: So do you. It doesn't make you a tad bit smarter. And what's with you and goats?
Me: Goats?
Novel: I've noticed that during the last three chapters there are a lot of goats and goat-related scenes in me. What are you trying to do? Pretend you're Dumbledore's brother?
Me: Goats are... interesting. And those were scenes inspired by my own experience!
Novel: *sighs* More than ten years have passed since you even met those goats and you're still not over them? Dear Lord...
Me: Whatever.
Novel: More goats, and I go on strike.
Me: No promises. Sorry.
Novel: *pouts*