"Mike, please tell me the truth." Erwin asked.
Mike continued to blast Nicki Minaj songs. They were so loud.
"Mike, I'm sorry but can you please turn off the Nicki Minaj," he asked, putting a hand to his head, "you are playing her music way too loud."
Mike turned the volume as high as it would go. He whirled around in his spinny chair, not to face Erwin, but just to whirl around in it.
Eventually he got dizzy and stopped to face Erwin. He looked at him.
"I don't know what you mean, Erwin." he told him.
Erwin sighed heavily and put his hand on his face.
"Where were you, Mike. You told me you'd be here to play twister with the rest of us at 8pm. It's midnight and you didn't even call us."
Mike spun the chair back and forth and pondered this.
"Well see, I was…" he looked at the floor. He turned the Nicki Minaj music down.
"Erwin, can I trust you with this?" he asked.
"Oh my God did you do something illegal? I can't be bailing all of you out of jail every week."
Mike looked up at him, "No…." and back at the floor.
"I was…"
Silence.
"Well, I just fucked a chair."
Silence.
A lot of silence.
Erwin looked at Mike and then turned around. He slowly walked out of the room and closed the door. He just kept walking until he was out of his own house.