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Bad Conscience: Han min noon toon han toon han Good Conscience: No, Jeff! Bad Conscience: Han toon ran toon ran toon fran min han toon ran toon nan toon fram Good Conscience: No no no! Jeff: Man! This stuff is great! It's just as if Donovan himself had appeared on my very own TV with words of peace, love, and eternal cosmic wisdom . . . ! Leading me. Guiding me. On paths of everlasting pseudo-karmic negligence, in the very midst of my drug-induced nocturnal emission. Good Conscience: Oh, I am your good conscience, Jeff. I know all. I see all. I am a cosmic love pulse matrix, become a technicolor interpositive! Jeff: Okay . . . Where'd you buy that incense? It's hip. Good Conscience: It's the same and mysterious exotic oriental fragrance as what the Beatles get off on. Jeff: I thought I recognized it . . . Sniff, sniff . . . Mmm, what is that, MUSK? Sniff, sniff, sniff . . . mmmh! Good Conscience: Jeff, I know what's good for you. Jeff: Right. You're heavy. Good Conscience: Yes, Jeff, I am your guiding light. Listen to me. Don't rip off the towels, Jeff! Bad Conscience: Piss off, you little nitwit! Jeff: Hey man, what's the deal? Good Conscience: Don't listen to him, Jeff, he's no good. He'll make you do BAD THINGS! Jeff: You mean, he'll make me sin? Good Conscience: Yes, Jeff. SIN! Jeff: Wow! Bad Conscience: Jeff, I'd like to have a word with you . . . about your soul. Good Conscience: No, don't listen, Jeff. Bad Conscience: Why are you wasting your life, night after night playing this comedy music? Jeff: You're right, I'm too heavy to be in this group. Good Conscience: Comedy music . . . Bad Conscience: Jeff, YOUR SOUL! Oh . . . He's Too heavy to Be . . . Jeff: In this