Id: "What am I supposed to do with these darn tags and certificates and stuff?"
Ego: "Are you kidding? Why these items memorialize your superbly cool taste in instruments! Frame them and hang them on the wall."
Superego: "Don't frame them, that's too showy for us. Keep them in case you sell them."
Id: "I don't want to keep track of the paper, I'm not going to sell them, and who on Earth besides Ego wants to look at a framed guitar certificate fergodsakes? We have enough stuff on our wall. Like artwork. We don't even hang our diplomas."
Ego: "How about a nice little box for everything, then? We love boxes."
Superego: "I'm tellin' ya, this stuff is gold, keep it for future sale."
Id and Ego: "Shut up, we're not selling stuff."
Id: "Dudes, I'm tossing it. Here it goes. Paper for the recycling bin. I don't need a tag or certificate to tell me what I own. It's gone."
Superego: (Runs for the recycling bin as fast as he can and secretly scoops up the scraps of paper...)