James slumped himself down on his bed, picking up the remote control for the television. He pressed the on button and heavy rock music blurted out. Aah, he thought, grabbing himself a can of coke from his mini-fridge.
Knock-Knock
"Trick or treat!"
James leapt off of his bed and answered the door to a bunch of red shirts. "Treat," he said, giving them a box of chocolates he had on his desk.
"Thanks!" They replied, knocking on the next door along.
James back into his room, smirking as he looked at his desk. "Shit!" He had gave them the real ones! Then, he thought, Kerry must have got the...
Knock-Knock
James answered the door grudgingly, but recoiled as a well-placed kick in the balls sent him flying on to his bed.
"You gave me laxatives, you bastard!" Kerry screamed, grabbing James's neck and frogmarching him to his toilet.
"Kerry, they were'nt meant for you..."
"Shut up, fat ass!" Kerry shoved Jamed head in the toilet bowl and shut the lid over it.
James was about to complain when a mass of foam swirled around him.
"Baking soda in the cistern. Yes, very origanal Kerry." James slowly pulled himself free, then suddenly leapt back towards the door. He flung it open, launched himself onto his bed and fumbled around on his bedside table. Finding nothing to throw, he opened his mini fridge an found half a sandwhich he forgot was in there. By this time, Kerry was at the foot of his bed. James hurled the sandwhich an Kerry, then threw himself onto her.
"You may be strong, but I'm heavy," He said to her.
"3 days. 3 days on the toilet!" Kerry cried pathetically.
