Psycho street fighting!!!1

Freud and Jung faced down in the back alley with a crowd behind them, sleeves rolled up. "You want to fuck your mother," said Freud. "In your dreams," said Jung. They circled each other slowly, arms spindly but minds beefy and swollen. Freud lit a cigar and smoked it intimidatingly. "An oral fixation, eh?" asked Jung. "I know your tricks." "Heh," said Freud. "I've read your writing, and it seems to me that you suffer from some constipated prose." "I created MBTI," said Jung. "I'm pretty sure that was Meyers and someone else," said Freud. "You're taking credit for someone else's work?" "We stand on the shoulders of giants," said Jung. "I said that." "No, that was Isaac Newton," said Freud. Isaac Newton stepped from the crowd. "I have my own thoughts on the mind, and particularly the virtues of virginity." "Oh, so you're going to tag team me?" asked Jung. "You'd love that, wouldn't you," said Freud. "Homoeroticism much?" "Cigar smoker!" screamed Jung, goin