A/N: I would've actually written the one swear word in here, but my mom saw and said I'm not allowed to swear for the amusement of myself or others, no matter funny it may be. Again, that totally sucks.
Now on with the randomness!
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Draco: I hate eggs.
Blaise: Me too.
Draco: I hate broccoli more though.
Blaise: Me too.
Draco: You know what else I hate?
Blaise: What?
Draco: You.
Blaise: Oh. That's nice.
Draco: Yeah…. Isn't it?
Blaise: Yep.
Draco: Yeah…. Sigh.
Blaise: Sigh.
Draco: Why'd you sigh?
Blaise: Same reason you did.
Draco: Oh.
Blaise: Yeah.
Draco: Let's kiss passionately.
Blaise: Let's not and say we didn't.
Draco: Why?
Blaise: Because that's gross.
Draco: Oh. Yeah I guess you're right.
Blaise: I'm always right.
Draco: No you're not.
Blaise: Yes I am.
Draco: No you're not.
Blaise: I'm Blaise Zabini! I'm always right!
Draco: Well I don't care.
Blaise: Me neither.
Draco: You suck.
Blaise: You're a sick b.
Draco: Yeah I know.
Blaise: You're a bloody prat.
Draco: Yeah I know.
Blaise: Yo' mama's so fat she can't...
Draco: She can't what?
Blaise: I don't know.
Draco: Why not?
Blaise: Because there's lots of things you're mother can't do.
Draco: Yours too.
Blaise: Yeah I know.
Draco: She's so fat she has her own zip code!
Blaise: actually she has 2.
Draco: Wow….
Blaise: Yeah, impressive isn't it?
Draco: Totally.
Blaise: Yeah….
Draco: So what about your dad?
Blaise: Well, he's a different story entirely.
Draco: Really?
Blaise: Yeah. he's so thin he can hide behind a toothpick.
Draco: Wow… he must be short too.
Blaise: He is.
Draco: How short?
Blaise: He's like 3 inches.
Draco: Wow.
Blaise: Yeah.
Draco: That must have been hard for them.
Blaise: What must've been hard?
Draco: You know… the hot dog meets doughnut thing?
Blaise: Nope.
Draco: You know, conception?
Blaise: What?
Draco: BABY MAKING YOU TWIT!
Blaise: Oh. That.
Draco: Exactly.
Blaise: That's… kinda… you know…. wrong.
Draco: Yeah well, you wouldn't be standing here
otherwise.
Blaise: Wow… that's profound and I didn't want to hear it.
Draco: Yeah well, the truth hurts.
Blaise: Yeah. It's still kinda gross.
Draco: Yeah I know. just thinking about it gives me the willies.
Blaise: You've got…?
Draco: NO!
Blaise: Oh. Good.
Draco: You pervert.
Blaise: You know it.
Draco: Heck yes I do.
Blaise: Yeah….
Draco: So…
Blaise: So?
Draco: Yeah, so….
Blaise: Ah, "so"….
Draco: Yep.
Blaise: How is any of this relevant to eggs?
Draco: No idea….
Blaise: Or broccoli.
Draco: It's one of life's great mysteries.
Blaise: Yeah I'll go with that.
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So. That's basically it for now. It was past midnight when I wrote this and I had a sugar high. That's enough of an explanation to get me out of almost anything.
Flame it if you want to. I don't care. Really. Just be warned, I tend to bite back.
Maybe I'll make another chapter. For the safety of the world in general, let's hope not! Though seriously, I had way too much fun writing this, so if people do for some odd reason want more, I'll probably comply.