Frank: WHAT? What story? You didn’t even start one!
Narrator: Are you gonna start arguing with me again, kid?
Frank: For the last time, I AM NOT A KID! I’M 24!
Narrator: Yeah, and Mikey can eat.
Mikey: *Stomach growls loudly* Aww… I’m hungry.
Gerard: Shut it!
Frank: Grr! I hate this narrator!
Ray: What narrator?
Frank: THAT narrator! *Points to sky*
Rest of MCR: *Looks up*
Ray: What the hell are you talking about, Frank?
Bob: *Raises an eyebrow*
Frank: What do you mean what am I talking about? Can’t you hear her?
Narrator: Frank’s an idiot.
MCR – Frank: *Exchange confused looks*
Gerard: Frank, did you fall out of your crib again?
Frank: What?! NO! And I don’t have a crib!
Mikey: Then what’s that crib there that says, “Frank’s Crib”?
Frank: *Turns around and sees “Frank’s Crib”* AHHHHH! What the hell is that?!
Ray: It’s a crib. Duh.
Gerard: Your crib in fact.
Frank: That narrator is fucking with me again!
Ray: He’s hearing things.
Mikey: I think Frank is hungry too.
Gerard: Frank, do you need to see my therapist?
Bob: *Shakes head*
Narrator: Damnit, I was trying to finish a story! But your short butt had to butt in!
Frank: Stop calling me short!
Bob: … I didn’t say anything.
Frank: No! Not you! Her! HER!!!
Gerard: What the hell are you looking at me for?!
Frank: I’m not! NO! AHHHH!
Narrator: If you want a story so bad then fine! Once there was a kid named Frank…
Frank: Shut up!
Narrator: He threw a tantrum like the brat he is…
Frank: Stop it! *Covers ears*
Narrator: And the rest of his bandmates are wondering why HE’S TALKING TO HIMSELF!
Frank: La la la la la! I CAN’T HEAR YOU!
Rest of MCR: *Watching Frank as he argues with himself/unknown force*
Ray: What is he talking about now?
Gerard: I don't know! He's always distracted by something!
Mikey: Maybe he wants food...
Bob: Someone needs to get the boy Ritalin.