“I am ignoring you. In fact, I think you are a figment of my imagination.”

“What do you want?” I grumbled, not really sure if I was imagining his voice or not. “I’m not a figment of your imagination.” “Then how did you know what I was thinking if you’re not all in my mind? Besides, that’s just what a figment would say.” I scrunched up my face in a display of my skepticism”

“I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.”

“I'm fairly certain. I could be some ghastly hallucination, a figment of my own imagination”

“Fuck all of you," John retorded. "You don't even exist. We're all just a figment of my cock's imagination.”

“Josh: "Are you really going to sit there and pretend that I don't exist?"Shel: "I'm not pretending you don't exist. In fact, I am very aware you are right there. I am pointedly ignoring you.”