Fun on the Paintball Field
"Damn it! You shot me in the ass."
"I'm supposed to shoot you, it's the whole point of the game."
"No it's not. Capturing the flag in the middle of the damn field is the whole point of the game, not shooting me in the ass."
"What's the matter, princess? Did it sting?"
"Damn straight it stung, bitch. Now I'm going to have little red circle blisters on my ass. How am I supposed to sit down?"
"Oh, poor Dean. His ass is all bruised. Should I kiss it and make it better?" Sam started to laugh and then started to duck as Dean gave up the game and elected to just try and shoot the shit out of his brother.
Racking the pump gun Dean fired repeatedly as he chased his long legged brother off the field and up the hill, bright yellow starbursts of paint appearing all over Sam's back and helmet.
Try as he might, with all the ducking and dodging Sam was doing, Dean just could not get a clear shot at Sam's ass until Sam fell to the ground laughing and rolled back down the hill.
Then Dean felt bad at shooting a helpless target and put up his gun over his shoulder and turned to go back to his abandoned team on the field.
Of course, Sam simply rolled over and, never having let go of his gun, shot Dean in the ass again.