“Who do you think?” it asked
“How would I know?” she exclaimed a tad petulantly, not in a mood for a guessing game. “So, now tell me who you are,” she demanded.
“C,” it said.
“C as in, C for Creep? she questioned it cheekily.
“Well yes, that’s what you are – a creep, to creep on me on stealth like that!” she retorted haughtily.
“Can’t help it…you guys never realize that I exist till the time I creep onto you when you’re least expecting it!”
It replied calmly, “You see…I’m C for Conscience.”