Spark Brushel stared at the chocolate ice cream cone in his hands for a second, and then back at Zak Gramarye, who was busy finishing off his own ice cream. They were hanging outside a Dairy Queen, and the two men looked rather strange compared to all the children and teenagers hanging out there.
"Uh, Zak...why did you buy me chocolate ice cream? I said I wanted mint with sprinkles..." Brushel said meekly.
Licking his fingers clean, Zak snapped, "What did you say? I was pretty sure you said you wanted me to get you chocolate, though. I always see you fussing over it..."
Brushel stood up and exclaimed, "What the hell, man? I never talked about chocolate before! I hate chocolate! It rots your teeth inside out, you dumbass!"
Almost instantly, Zak got up and slammed his fist into Brushel's face, sending the lanky man sprawling to the ground with a broken nose.
"DON'T YOU EVER SPEAK THAT WAY TO ME, YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT!" Zak snapped, his loud booming voice catching the attention of everyone at least three blocks around them, "I'VE DONE SO MUCH FOR YOU! I DO NOTHING BUT THINK ABOUT YOU AND YOUR NEEDS, AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?"
Nearby, a little girl looked up to her mother and asked, "Mommy...are those two in a 'gay relationship' just like daddy and that man next door?"
The mother of the child shook her head, but decided to question her about this 'gay relationship' business of her husband.
Brushel wiped some blood off his face and shouted, "Please, Zak! You barely ever do anything for me! I'm the one who does everything! You had me pay for the ice cream, dammit! All I asked was for you to do one simple thing for me...one simple thing...I wanted fuckin' mint ice cream! Not this damn chocolate stuff that looks like SHIIIIIIIT! I'M YOUR FRIEND, ZAK, NOT YOUR MAN-SLAVE! JEEZUS!"
Zak responded to this startling, but true, rant by smacking Brushel in the side of the head.
"C'mon. I want chicken for dinner..."
"Sigh...yes, boss."
"WHAT?"
"I mean...yes, master."
"That's better..."