A/N: So...I wrote this a couple of days ago. I felt like trying something new, so I wrote an all dialouge fic. Please tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Inception. Nor did I come up with the band names in this fic. They were created by a "name your band" page on the internet which I now have forgotten the name of. Sorry about that.
Arthur is the normal text.
Eames is the fat text.
"This is bullshit. How can anyone possibly like those morons?"
"I agree. They're so bad."
"This has to be some kind of sick joke."
"Who are they even? I've never heard of this band before."
"That's because you live under a rock."
"Hahaha. Very funny."
"I know right?"
"I was joking."
"I didn't know you had it in you."
"Sometimes I find it funny to joke. It doesn't happen very often though."
"Obviously."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing."
"What's this band's name anyway? What do they call themselves?"
"Mass destruction of doom or something like that."
"Mass destruction of doom? Really?"
"Yes, apparently they think they're cool."
"Mhm."
"Hey, wanna make a bet?"
"Depends. What's in it for me?"
"You have a chance to win money from me. And everybody knows that's impossible."
"It's not impossible. You're just incredibly cocky."
"Might be. But I'm good at what I do. You can't deny that."
"Why not?"
"Because you wouldn't work with me if I wasn't the best in the business."
"As much as I hate to admit it, you're right."
"I knew it."
"Of course you did. Your job is to know things about people."
"True. Speaking of work, where's the brat we're supposed to follow around?"
"Over there, enjoying the music and talking to what I think is a girl. I can't really see, because of the cake of compact make-up she has on. It can be a man for all I know."
"Ha! I hope it is."
"Maybe we should move a little farther back."
"Why? It's not like he can see us."
"Not him, but all the other people around here. We don't exactly look like people who like bands like this."
"That's because you absolutely had to wear a suit instead of an old t-shirt and a pair of trashy jeans, like I told you to."
"Well excuse me for not wanting to step outside my comfort zone."
"You're already outside of your comfort zone. But I think we should stay where we are. We can't let the brat get out of our sights again."
"And who's fault was that, of I might ask?"
"It may have been mine, if that's what you're implying. But excuse me for getting one tiny little bit sidetracked by that girl who was carried around in a gigantic egg. I mean come on, how many times do you see that in your lifetime? I had to take a picture."
"You may have a point. But that doesn't make me less angry at you, just so you know."
"Hey, what would you name your band if you were in one?"
"I don't know. Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering. I'm curious."
"Something like, I don't know, forgotten dreams, maybe? What about you?"
"Moving albatross gangsters."
"Moving albatross gangsters? That's ridiculous."
"Come up with something else then. And it can't have anything about dreams in it."
"Okay. What about...Sinister Conclusion? Your turn."
"I like that. Donut gladiators."
"Did you eat donuts last night?"
"Yes."
"Okay, my turn. Cheerful bakery downfall."
"Angry tea cheerleaders."
"Good one."
"..."
"..."
"I have one."
"Let's hear it."
"Einstein's cheerleaders."
"Einstein is a cool dude."
"Yeah."
A/N: Please leave a review and tell me what you think!