"Raimundo Raimundo guess whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!" Omi ran up to Raimundo eagerly.
"What?!" Raimundo snapped.
"Guess!"
"You've finally realized that you have a huge ego, Have a head the size of a super dome and you can't get slang right." Raimundo replied flatly.
"No…Master Fung thinks you're a pansy boyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Omi yelled before running away.
"What the-" Raimundo was seriously confused. Pansy boy?
Omi returned. "You know my friend Kimiko? Well, she's seriously in love with you. I don't know why, 'cause I'm SO much hotter than you...figuratively." he added, noticing Raimundo's temper flaring.
"Omi, get the HELL OUT OF MY FACE!" Raimundo shouted.
"Well, there's no need to yell!" Omi scolded. "Besides, you're the one stalking me. I mean, I know I'm drop-dead gorgeous, but really. It's kinda creepy."
"I'M NOT STALKING YOU, I LIVE WITH YOU!"
"That's what they all say." Omi muttered. "Hey, are you a pedophile? Like Michael Jackson?"
"What? No!"
"Sing something, Raimundo Jackson!"
"NO!"
"Okay! A-B-C, easy as 1-2-3, simple as do-re-mi, A-B-C, 1-2-3, baby you and me!"
"..."
"Did ya like it?"
"..."
"Want more?"
"..."
"I'll take that a yes...I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky-" Omi paused.
Raimundo stormed away.
"How about Bob Marley? Buffalo soldier-" Omi began, but was silenced by a boot flying at his head. Picking it up, "Hey, Raimundo, I got your boot!" he ran away, singing, "Hey now, you're an all star, get your game on, go play, hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid!"
Raimundo growled. Omi had his sanity, his boot, and by the end of the day would probably have his other shoe too.