I wrote this a loooong time ago while I was watching the Return of the King and I JUST found it on the notes on my phone and decided to post it since it's pretty short. Enjoy my randomness!

"I like Gollum."

"M-hm."

"I like him better than Smeagol."

"M-hm."

"I think HE should get the Ring."

"M-hm."

"Would you stop saying that!?"

"Saying what?" Ryou Bakura glanced away from the TV screen to look at his yami inquisitively.

Yami Bakura sighed in exasperation and turned his attention back to The Return of the King. Ryou shrugged and continued to watch the movie as well.

"Denathor is funny."

"M-hm."

"Pippin's an idiot."

"M-hm."

"Stop saying that!"

"M-hm."

"Ok, now you're doing it on purpose!"

"Doing what?" The white-haired teen turned his attention to his yami once again.

"Get a new set of ears," the spirit grumbled, flicking the young hikari's ear with his index finger.

"Hey!"

"I want an army like that!" the thief jumped up from the couch suddenly.

"Like what?" Ryou asked, startled, "oh, the dead one?"

"Yes! I want it!" Yami Bakura was now jumping up and down and pointing at the screen like a little kid.

"Yami, it's fictional," the white-haired teen said bluntly.

"Where do I get a sword to summon armies from the realm of the dead!?" the ancient and usually self composed thief grabbed Ryou's collar and lifted him off the couch.

"There isn't one!" Ryou exclaimed, pulling at his yami's wrists.

"Where do I get it!?" the spirit cried, shaking his hikari violently.

"I don't know! They're gone now anyway though!" Ryou pointed to the television screen.

"What!?" Yami Bakura turned, without letting go of Ryou and watched helplessly as Aragorn released the souls of the men of the mountains.

"No!" the thief cried, dropping his hikari and lunging at the TV.

"Yami!" Ryou shouted as Yami Bakura flew at the TV, knocking it off it's stand and sending it crashing to the ground.

"Yami!" the teen cried again.

Yami Bakura moaned quietly as he forced himself to his feet, glass shards sliding off his clothing.

"Are you ok!?" Ryou exclaimed rushing to his yami.

"I'm fine," Yami Bakura grumbled, wiping some glass of his arm.

"You're bleeding!" the concerned teen cried.

"It's glass, what did you expect? Idiot..." the thief grumbled, wiping some red liquid off his hand and only succeeding in smearing it.

"Still want that army?" Ryou held back a laugh.

Yami Bakura returned the remark with a dark glare.

Ryou smiled playfully then looked down at the destroyed TV, "you're paying for this."

"Fine, I use you're money anyway."

The teen stuck out his tongue at his yami then knelt to pick up the larger chunks of glass.

"Who really needs and electrical picture box thing anyway?" the spirit scoffed, leaving the room.

"Hey! Get back here! You're helping me clean!" Ryou jumped up and chased his yami, forgetting how dangerous it is to run with broken glass in your hand.

"It's your picture box!" the thief argued, running from his hikari.

"You broke it!"

You bought it!"

"So?"

"..."

"Get back here!"

"No!" and with that, Yami Bakura charged out of the house, followed very closely by a very angry Ryou.

THE END

Lot's of really short paragraphs in this...