A typical drafting occurrence:
Writer: Who needs an outline? I don't. Obviously.
Draft: Really. Outlines are SO lame.
W: You are so smart, Draft! You know just where I need to –
W: Why you gotta be so difficult, Draft? Way to blow yourself up. I can't have a story with nothing but body parts, can I?
D: CAN YOU?
*writer grabs hair*
W: Didn't I have an AWESOME idea last night? One that magically made you come together, Draft? Didn't I? WHY DON'T I REMEMBER IT?
*writer knocks brain against surfaces*
W: I have to write an outline, don't I?
*writer takes chocolate break*
W: You look so pretty, Draft. Did you do something with your hair this morning?
W: What? Flattery WON'T get you to write yourself?
*writer sips tea* *reads book* *darts glances at Haughty Draft*
W: I am writing the CRAP out of you, Outline. You will BOW to me.
*maniacal tapping sounds*
*outline cowers* *mutters*
W: I'M not a Crazy Writer. YOU are.
*writer sips* *hits keys* *uses many Kanye caps*
W: Wow, Outline. You were so effortless. Why didn't I do this earlier?
W: You're bullet-pointed, Outline. I'll come back to you tomorrow.
*writer stares* *sips*
W: I have to write you out NOW, don't I?
Repeat 'til finished.