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Prompt: #80 Island
"Git offa my bench, Crazy."
"I cannot."
Jayne glared at her. He considered stickin' her in a shuttle an' sendin' her into the sun. "I betcha could if'n ya weren't such a pain in the pigu."
"I cannot. Do you want to know why?"
"No." What he wanted was to lift some gorram weights!
"I am stuck. The ground is lava and this girl is marooned on island."
"Y'ain't moroned! Yer kuangzhe de! Off!"
"Jayne, I will burn."
Jayne growled. He remembered playin' this game when he was four or five. Course, Crazy weren't four or five. She was, what? Seventeen? Eighteen? She shouldn't be playin' the ruttin' lava game.
"Jayne," she screeched. "You are going to burn!"
She was pissin' him off. Jayne strode forward, looked her straight in the eye, an' pushed her offa his bench.
"Yer gonna burn!"
Jayne never claimed ta be real mature.