"DER-EK!"

"JESUS, Case, don't sneak up on me like that! You're gonna give me a heart attack."

"What…what is this?"

"This? This is my room, Spacey. Mine. So why don't you just, you know, leave MY room and go back into YOURS."

"What? That's not what I meant! I meant—what—what is that?"

"Well, well, well, Casey, did someone forget senior biology? Tsk tsk. Let me explain it to you…THIS is—"

"I know what it is Derek! That's not what I meant!"

"That's what you asked!"

"What—what is he doing here?"

"I brought it in here. You need to step it up Case, next thing you know you're gonna be asking whether the sky is blue or something."

"Der-ek! He is not an it!"

"Well, he is now, isn't he?"

"When—when did this happen?"

"About—half an hour ago?"

"DEREK! You can't keep doing this, do you not remember what happened last time?"

"I'm very well aware what happened, Princess, which is why I need you to help me. Grab his legs."

"What—NO! I refuse to be dragged into this again! Last time this happened, I found myself in the bottom of a dark smelly hole with—with—that on top of me!"

"And I bet you liked it, didn't you? And besides, that wouldn't have happened if you had said something, oh I don't know, like 'Derek, I'm still down here in the hole, don't start yet!'"

"Be that as it may, I'm still not helping you. You're on your own for this one, Derek."

"Please?"

"No!"

"Pretty please?"

"No, no, a thousand times no!"

"I'll get you ice cream, Casey."

"…Ice cream?"

"Cookie dough ice cream. With extra cookie bits put in just for you. A whole tub of it, with an extra long spoon to get all—"

"You are such a jerk! I can't believe you thought you could buy my help with ice cream! Do you really think I'm that low"

"I—I-I'll watch—a—ugh, I can't believe I'm doing this—I'll—watch—a romcom—with you."

"…Really, Derek? You mean it? Honestly and truly mean it? Any romantic movie I want? And you won't run away when I start crying or anything?"

"Yes, yes, Casey, I will watch any romantic movie with you, with no escape from tears. Now will you please, for the love of all that is holy, grab his legs?"

"Fine, fine. But I'm not standing up for you if we…Ewww, Derek, he's all sticky!"

"Well, that's what happens when you bleed to death after being stabbed, now isn't it?"

"…Good point…"

"Thank you. Now can we get him in the truck now?"

"Okay…Hey Derek?"

"Yeah?"

"Where are we burying this guy?"