Since we've already broken the fourth wall so hard that there's now practically a hole in my computer:
Marten: Do you ever feel like your life is a series of distinct moments?
Steve: Nope...
Marten: I mean, sometimes I find myself in a new place and wonder how exactly I got there.
Steve: I imagine you walked...
Marten: But that's just the thing! I remember posing as if walking, but I don't actually remember putting one foot in front of the other, you know? And sometimes I feel as if a single day takes entire weeks for me to finish.
Steve: My movements feel sort of ... stuttered sometimes, but that's about it.
Marten: Do you at least have those strange dreams sometimes where the bird yells at you and sometimes a dog and a bandicoot show up?
Steve: Now that does sound familiar...
Redhead: Must not make eye contact ... must not make eye contact...
Marten: If you could be any animal in an alternate reality, what would you be?
Steve: I'd want to be a bird that does nothing but swear all day. Man, that'd be awesome. You?
Marten: I'd like to be an enormous, shaggy white dog, and I'd be instantly endearing.
Steve: You live that dream, Marten...
*meanwhile*
Hannelore (practising in a mirror): I'm Randy! I'm a bandicoot! I have a pouch full of babies!