Later, man.
- Yo, Pete.
Kid doesn't respond.
- Pete... Petey!
Kid remains unresponsive.
- Pitford Safalofolus!
- That's not my name.
- I knew you'd come around. What's up?
- Nothing.
- Oh come on, it's not nothing. I called you like three times.
Pete looks away.
- What is it?
- I don't wanna be a weirdo.
- We're all weirdos.
- I guess.
- You know, you don't have to talk to me out loud. I won't feel weird.
- But it would still be kind of weird.
- Listen, look at them (I point at the Dwight, the neighbor, as he walks into his house). Look at him (I point at Bob. He's walking his dog). He talks to his dog, and what, you can't talk to me? Dwight, your friends, and every other sorry guy on the face of the earth has a world inside their head. That's what makes cool people cool and boring people boring.
- You're just afraid.
- Psshht. Me, afraid?
- You think I'm getting rid of you, don't you?
- Well, yeah, kind of. So?
- You don't want to die.
- I'm not gonna die.
- Really?
- Well, maybe if I get hit by car. Brains on the sidewalk and all.
Kid laughs.
- What's gonna happen to you?
- I don't know. I don't think you can even decide to get rid of me. I'm not here on request. You're not my king. You're not my god. I'm not yours.
- You're not?
- I'll find something else to do. Someone else to bother.
- So you're like a ghost?
- I don't know little man. Maybe I'll die, but you do what you gotta do. I'm cool. Maybe I'm just from a different dimension. Maybe I'll just disappear, and then... later, when you're older, you might make a movie or a comic or something, and I'm there. I'd be happy there.
- You would?
- Don't worry about me, man. I can hold my own. I was just saying: they're all weird, we're all crazy, and this thing you're going through is normal. If you want to move on and get rid of me, by all means little man. Off you go, but do it now. I don't wanna say goodbye. I don't wanna cry or anything.
Tear rolls down the kid's cheek.
Fist bump.
- You're lucky I'm not a manipulative imaginary friend. I could've threatened to kill myself or something.
Kid laughs.
- Go. Go, go, go, go!
Kid runs into the house.
I walk away.