The voices in my head discuss the possibility of cookies

I’m hungry. I want to eat cookies.

We don’t have any cookies.

You could make cookies.

There is no reason to make cookies. Besides they aren’t healthy.

Cookies don’t need a reason.

If I made cookies without reasons, we would all get fat.

You turned tax stuff over to the accountant today. That’s a good reason.

I don’t feel like making cookies.

Stores have cookies.

I feel even less like driving.

I’m hungry. Notice the hungry? You’re going to have to fix food anyway. It might as well be cookies.

Oh fine. See? I’m getting out the butter.

Yay!