"You're dead scum bag!"

"Not if I kill you first!" Charles throws his pencil onto the table.

"Jason! Douglas! Both of you down here now!"

"What?" They played innocent so well.

"Nothing. I just figured if you two were going to murder each other you might like a witness. Seeing how you two seem to think I have nothing better to do."

"You mean I can kill him and you won't stop me? Cool!"

"Sure why not Douglas. The death rate in this country is raising each year, not lowering. So go right ahead." Jason makes a gasp before running to the sofa.

"Charles! I thought you liked me! I don't want to die!"

"Than kill first. Try to not make a mess. Now if you boys will excuse me I have to attempt to draw a flower for my art class." Charles returns to the table opening to a blank page in his sketch book. After a few minutes the silence quickly thumps louder than the screams had, he turns towards the couch and smiles. "Why isn't someone dead?"

"It's not as fun when we're told we can kill each other."

"Yeah. Wanna play Old Maid with us?"

"Sure."