Within a person, lies a coin that can be flipped at any moment, with one of immaturity, and one of demoralization. Its a simple idea yet so complex in execution. As there you stand at the middle of a confrontation, lost within your thoughts. But within your own mental state, there burns in front of you two ideals. One who craves and indulges in the Mischief, Id. And the other, cradled in a fetal position and felt like raindrops constantly scarred their soft delicate skin, Superego. With Id confidently walking up to your mental projection inside your head and spouts to you.

Id: Hey! I'd say we let ourselves go, let me go the job, i promise you nothing will stand in our way once this whole arguement is dead and gone. It will be like eating a pie, you dont even have to think about it cause i know you are watering, foaming at the mouth just thinking about that juicy reward-

But he is pushed off by Superego, who clings at you, claws indescribable in anguish, and a look drenched in salt and self depravity

Superego: DONT! Whatever you do, i plead with the very fiber and ounce of my loathed bod, DO NOT LISTEN TO ID! He is scheming, planning something despicable, i can see it in his abnormal facial structure, like some demon possessed his mortal coil!