Laugh"Knock-knock!"
Blossom is uninterested, and following the exhibition of her signature dead pan look, continues to indulge in her favourite hobby. Reading. The macabre classic Macbeth by the critically-claimed author, playwright and the dramatist to have popularized drama, William Shakespeare is held in the contents of the modern paperback pushed to the space between her bug eyes meant for a nose, untouched in word but transformed in aesthetic and style.
"I said, knock-knock!" Brick is angry, bushy red eyebrows pinched and face flushed a similar hue. "I said knock-knock, stupid girl!"
Blossom runs through her long orange hair as she continues, unpreturbed, to read. Her pretty lips form the words from the page, glossy and smacking.
Brick, infuriated, snatches the book from her grasp. He is screaming, "Just say who's there!"
Blossom's pink eyes begin to burn a hot pink, before she manages to with hold the sudden surge of rage shaking through her small but powerful body. She breathes in deeply, before offering in a forced polite tone: "Who might be there?"
"Chicken."
Blossom is suddenly taken aback, her calm demeanor destroyed in wake of pure confusion. She opens her mouth to ask who but is instead compelled to announce: "I've never heard this one before..."
She tries to think.
"Say who!" Bricks spurts out after a second, causing her to crash the train of thought she'd been carefully conducting. The steam blows from her ears, but she remains collected.
"Fine, who?"
"Want to go to Chicken hut with me, you chicken butt?"
Blossom bursts into an uncontrollable wave of laughter and Brick can't help but smile and feel satisified even when she eventually manages to answer and says no.
He got to make her laugh.