"This sucks!"
"I know, Blink."
"I mean, why the hell are they making us clean the art room?"
"I dunno. We got detention, remember?"
"This really sucks!"
"Yeah, sucks more than your mom when she giving me a BJ last night…"
"You little shit! I'm gonna kill you, Mush!"
"Ow!"
"Say you're sorry!"
"Ow, quit it!"
"Say it!"
"I'm sorry!"
"There."
"God, Blink. It was a joke."
"Don't joke about my mother like that!"
"Fine…Here, grab the crayons."
"Why do we even have crayons in a high school art class?"
"Gee, I don't know. There's about a million different styles of art. Some involve crayons."
"Oh shut up. You take everything so literally."
"And this is coming from the same boy who just bent my arm back because I made a gag about his mom?"
"See, you're doing it again!"
"I am not!"
"Yes you are. Don't deny it."
"I'll admit I'm being literal when you can see out of your left eye."
"Hey, shut up!"
"You take everything personally, you know."
"Well maybe I'm just sensitive."
"Only gay guys are sensitive."
"You're sensitive too, hypocrite!"
"Yeah, but not like over the top sensitive."
"Shut up!"
"You've said "shut up" like five times in the past five minutes."
"Oh thanks, I couldn't tell, Captain Obvious."
"Why do I put up with this?"
"Because being mean to a kid missing an eye is a cruel thing to do…Especially when the kid is going to be a billionaire pimp when he grows up…"
"A pimp? Yeah right! You've only dated two girls this year!"
"Two and a half!"
"A half? Oh God. What did you do, cut some poor chick in half and walk around with a fraction of her corpse? 'Oh yeah, this is my half girlfriend, Rogerina. She's starting to rot a bit, but I don't know how to tell her. Should I suggest we take things slow? Because, if we do, she'll smell pretty retched by the time we get to our fourth date'."
"You're disgusting! And what kind of name is Rogerina?"
"It's the female version of Roger…Duh."
"Ugh…Christ…I'm not gonna be able to sleep after what you said."
"Aww, does wittle Blinkie-Boo need someone to tuck him in?"
"Mush, you're an ass!"
"Haha. What I said wasn't that sick. Have you ever seen American Psycho?"
"Don't even mention that movie! I was so scared that some insane yuppie was going to break into my house, rape me, and stab me."
"Patrick Bateman was a guy. He wouldn't rape another guy!"
"You never know…"
"He wasn't that scary, either. The guy who played him looks exactly like Jack, doesn't he?"
"I'm not really seeing the resemblance."
"You're oblivious, man. Here, go throw these markers away."
"But they're Sharpies! You can't just throw them away! You have to have a proper burial!"
"Get over it."
"But…but…"
"Do it…And don't salute them when you toss them!"
"They were brave permanent markers, Mush! They strove for excellence! They wrote on every surface! Denim, paper, wood, plastic, glass, skin…"
"Skin? Why would you write on yourself with markers?"
"It's easy. Gimme you're arm."
"Don't write on me!"
"Come on!"
"No!"
"Mush!"
"No, stop it!"
"Sit still!"
"Get off!"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"Well this is awkward."
"It ain't so bad."
"You're on top of me, Blink, and you're telling me this isn't awkward?"
"Um…Shit. I'm sorry, I'm just gonna-"
"Stop being so sensitive. Come here."
"Mmph, what was that?"
"Do I have to be literal?"
"Yes please."
"I believe I just kissed you."
"Thanks, Captain Obvious."