My inferior Te: Hey, scumbag. I've shown up to dispute a tiny insignificant fact, so tighten your asshole because things are about to get overly critical.
Me: Hey, Te. Where have you been?
Inferior Te: Figuring out the most practical layout for your wardrobe for the last 17 years of your life.
Me: But you know I just throw everything at the bottom?
Inferior Te: Yes, that was my brilliant plan to save time, but my plan might need an up date since I came up with it when we were a toddler. Now shut up, I'm trying to figure out whether this source is dodgy. I've got work to do here! These asses need a thrashing. Morons wouldn't know logic if it hit them in the face, and it will if I have something to do with it!
Me: Okay, I'll talk to you later...