Author's Note- When will the government stop my sinful hand?!

"So, in this video, the chick was all over the guy. Like, all over, right?"

"Al, I don't think this is really appropriate for work. What if the wrong person hears it?"

That wrong person possibly being one of the other meeting's board members, Arthur, sitting close enough to the twins, Alfred and Matthew, to catch their loud whisperings. He gave the pair some heavy side eye, but Alfred insisted with flapping hands, as if that could ever lower his voice.

"Dude, it's important. You have to hear it," he continued despite his brother's weak stammering and shifty glances to the oblivious men and women around the room. "Just when the 'whoa' part happens, the guy says, 'I'm gonna bust a nut!' Then the chick freaking says, 'Me too!' And I then I say, 'What?!' and then the guy was like, 'What?!' So it turns out, the chick was actually a guy-"

"What?!" Matthew exclaimed a bit too loudly. "How do you not notice-"

"That's what I said! You should have seen-"

"All right," Arthur smacked his palms against the table, earning dubious looks from judgmental onlookers. "That's enough. More than enough. Stow it until after the meeting or something! Not here."

Alfred let out a low whistle as his brother shifted awkwardly in his seat, shrinking from the old geezer's gaze. "Okay, bossy britches." After a moment of silence, and a moment for a triumphant smirk to creep onto Arthur's face, Alfred poked in, "Don't bust a nut."

Matthew covered whatever sound he just made with a cough.

There was an angry hiss from his other side, "What does that even mean anyway?!"

'Pulled into idiocy trap' mission status: Success. One could even hear the building excitement (and volume) in Alfred's voice, "Oh! You haven't heard?"

Matthew warned through gritted teeth, "Al. No."

Alfred put on his best shit-eating grin. "Uh, when you say, 'Bust a nut,' it means you're really, really angry!"

His brother face-palmed.

Arthur lifted his eyebrows, more doubtful than curious. "Really now? What does that have to do with...what garbage you were spewing out of your face?"

"Well, when your...uh, 'love buddy' lies to you about 'some things,' you'd get mad. I would think you would, or should, get mad, is what I mean. So, the guy in this 'video' I was watching told his chick, or other guy in this case, he was about to 'bust a nut' because she made him so mad!"

"Your nuts? Busting?!"

"Yeah!" The lies seem to come so easily. "It's like saying you popped a blood vessel, but you know...it's what all the young kids say these days. Would you understand though? Ha-ha!"

"Oh please," Arthur dismissed obnoxious cackles with a flustered wave of his hand. "I may not be as young as you, but I am far more 'hip' than you'll ever be."

"Sure, old man, keep telling yourself that."

Somebody angrily hushed them, as if their whole meeting, or perhaps whole day was ruined because of a few loud whispers.

"Yes, hush," Arthur said, getting the last word in. He dumbly blinked before a tossing a sly glance to Alfred. "Or else I'm going to bust a nut over you."

"Hah!" Alfred smacked Matthew's arm once Arthur turned his attention to the hostess of the meeting. Then, Al repeatedly tapped his brother until Matthew swatted back at him. "Ohmygod. Do you hear that? I totally got him!"

Matthew replied as dryly as humanly possible, "Yeah. You sure showed him, all right."

All Alfred needed was to deviously rub his hands together and chuckle menacingly with all these beautiful opportunities sprawling before him, but they would have to wait until after the meeting.