"Shawn, what is that?"
Shawn smiled and held up his treasure. "This, Gus," he said, "is the most beautiful thing in the entire world. This, my friend, is the most awesome artifact in the history of the earth."
"Shawn?" Gus asked, irritation coating his voice.
"Yes, Gus?" Shawn said, too busy staring at the object in his hands.
"That's a purple pineapple."
Shawn looked up at his friend. "Yes, Gus! That's amazing! We've confirmed you're not color blind." Shawn's ultra fake smile disappeared. "Dude, I know what I'm holding! Isn't it awesome?!?"
Gus came closer to the desk. "How in the world did you do that, Shawn?" he said, staring at the purple fruit.
"I just used a regular dye kit. Same thing I did with your tie last month." Shawn said, placing the pineapple on the desk with great care.
"What?!? You said that was because one of your shirts bled!" Gus said frantically.
Shawn nodded his head, looking at Gus. "Apparently I lied. Gus, I had to test the kit, and make sure it wasn't faulty." Shawn stuck his lip into a pout. "It might've messed up my pineapple."
Gus gave an exasperated sigh and put his hands on his hips. "Shawn, that was my favorite tie! I paid seventy dollars for it! Now you're telling me that to make sure you wouldn't mess up your stupid fruit, you dyed my tie?!?"
Shawn opened his mouth and his eyes widened in shock. "Gus! You made a rhyme! I'm so proud of you! Now tell me, should we eat the pineapple in the house with a mouse? Or in a box with a fox?"
Gus glared at his friend. "That's not funny, Shawn."
Shawn shugged his shoulders. "Wasn't trying to be."
Gus came around the desk and shoved the computer chair Shawn was sitting it. Shawn gave a little shriek as he rolled, grabbing his precious pineapple just in time.
Gus grabbed another chair and sat down at the computer. Silence filled the room for two minutes. "Oh, and by the way, Gus." Shawn said.
Gus looked up. Shawn placed the pineapple on the desk again. On the fruit was an angry face drawn on in Sharpie. "Mr. Púrpura doesn't like being called a stupid fruit."
With that said, Shawn twisted around and stumbled out, grabbing his keys and his helmet on the way. As Shawn roared away on his motorcycle, Gus stuck out his tongue at the fruit. "Dumb pineapple..." he muttered, turning back to the computer screen.
