"I love being a gear in the machine. My
cogs do whatever I desire without question." Saturday
said. "Or they get replaced, immediately."
"Oh would you be quiet with your ego," Sunday
retorted after hearing this for the umpteenth time. "You require all of your cogs to function correctly in the machine. You are dependent on them, they have other options if they desire."
"What would you know? You're just an...escapement
...in the machine."
"... How in the heck did you get fitted into the machine with that non-circular view on how everything works?!?"
"Ha, you're just jealous since I'm more important than you in knowing how to make things run smoothly around here."