"F $K"
The displeased sylveon threw the controller on the floor.
"Whoa, dude watch the language."
"Sorry Daren I just hate people who camp on standoff with snipers."
Daren ploped on the couch, "It's cool man."
Crest smelled the air, 'Do I smell soup."
"Yes," Crest wagged his tail furiously, "But not for you."
Crest gave a annoyed look.
"Ha ha ha, you should see the look on your face."
Crest leaned over and slugged Daren in the arm.
Daren jolted up and rubbed shoulder.
"Whyyyy."
"Thats what you get for being a jerk you dingleberry."
"Im sorry please fogive me."
"Mmmm,I dont know."
"I'll make you soup."
Crest jumped up and hugged Daren "DEAL"
