"You should be my best friend, Press," Dane said.
"…WTF?" Press said.
"Will you be my friend?" Dane asked.
"Uh, no," Press told him.
"You suck! I know you created a club called the "Travelers" without me! I even know your little clubhouses! I know you travel through "flumes" to get there! Why won't you let me in?" Dane screamed.
"Ok, ok you're in!" Press said.
"Ok! Now I'm an evil traveler! Haha! I will destroy your club. Now you'll regret not being my friend!" Dane said.
"I'm sorry, Dane," Press said.
"Apology not accepted! And I'm Saint Dane now!" Saint Dane said.
"Someone thinks highly of himself," Press muttered.
"What was that?" Saint Dane asked.
"Nothing."
"I will destroy you. Why aren't you my friend?" Saint Dane sobbed.
"Umm, cause you like to kill people?"
"No one's perfect, Press! You should know that!"
"Ummm, well, you're far from perfect."
"GAHHHH! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! Etc."
"Ok, can you go now? I'm getting uncomfortable."
"NO! I WILL NOT LEAVE! HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST SOMETHING LIKE THAT!"
"Umm, because this is my house?"
"No it's not."
"Yes it is."
"No it's not."
"I don't have time to argue, please go."
"Press, you suck."
"I have a life. Why don't you go murder people or something."
"I think I will"
"That was a joke right."
"I reserve that answer for my friends."
Press put his head in his hands.
IN THE FUTURE
Saint Dane was talking to a mobster.
"Cloral!" He shouted. "Now shoot!"
They shot. Somewhere Press was dying.
"That's gonna teach him not to be my friend," Dane said