I just wanted to practice dialog before I posted my next story. :P. And my little sister has been eating these popsicles nonstop for days now, walking around telling the jokes off of them. So. Inspiration.
:3
Hope you guy's enjoy. And once again, it is just dialog practice.
Rawr!
"What is a soft drink's favorite kind of music?"
"How the hell should I know?"
"Just guess, bastard."
"Classical."
"That makes no damn sense."
"Jazz."
"Now I know your just trying to piss me off."
"Oh come on and tell me."
"Pop. Get it?"
"You're an idiot."
"I'm not the one that got the cheesy pop joke wrong. Twice."
"True, but you are the one that said it."
"And that matters...?"
"Matters because it came out of your brain. And that worries me."
"Actually it came from a popsicle stick."
"That isn't helping."
"What crawled up your ass today?"
"You mean besides the little tad-poles you let loose in there earlier?"
"Really. I mean...really?"
"Hey, I'm just stating the truth."
"Oh good to know."
"Maybe you should go read another popsicle stick. I bet you can find a joke about that somewhere."
"That's it, I'm leaving."
"Awww, but I was just getting warmed up. It's not my fault you can only stand me for a short period of time."
"Call me short one more time Colonel Bastard."
"Short."
"THAT'S IT!"
"Ahhhh! The small, scary midget monster is going to get me!"
"Bite me."
"You wish."
"Actually..."
"Oh god, don't tell me you're still horny."
"Ok then I wont tell you, got any lotion I can borrow?"
"...Can I watch?"
"Nope."
"Mean."
"Bastard."
"Small."
"Ohh...Oh god that feels good."
"..."
"Ahhhmmmm...Oh harder..."
"Now that's it."
"Wha-"
"You're screwed now."
"Don't have to tell me twice."
"Hey Ed?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, Colonel Bastard."
"Hey Ed?"
"Oh good god what?"
"You seem irritated..."
"S'cause I'm all hot and bothered, and you're sitting with your hand down my pants, doing nothing."
"Oh read a popsicle stick."
"I'll read your popsicle stick."
"How the hell did you even make that dirty?"
"Easy, the stick part made me think of your long pole."
"Dear god, the popsicle did lasting damage to your brain cells."
"Pardon...?"
"Ed, I hate to tell you this, but you have innuendo-aitis."
"Hey Roy?"
"Hmm?"
"What kind of medication does a pillow take?"
"...Do I even want to know?"
"A pill!"
"..."
"Hey Roy?"
"I'm so afraid to know now..."
"I'm naked."