"I say it's G."
"For the thousandth time, it's E!"
"G."
An expletive. "E!"
An irritable shrug. "G."
"E! E, for crying out loud! How can it be G?"
"I still say it's G…after all, the last time you said you were right you got us all into trouble because you were wrong…"
Spluttering. "That was last time! This is this time! This time I'm definitely right! It's E!"
"…and there was the time you added up the income for the day. Kakei almost killed me because you can't even do basic addition."
More spluttering. "Whatever! It's G, OK? G! I'm right this time!"
"Sure." Sarcasm drips off that single word.
Silence as comebacks are desperately thought of to save face. Then
"And what makes you think you're right?"
"I don't. I know I'm right. "
"Yeah? Then how about the time I asked you for directions to a temple, and I ended up in a swamp?"
"I gave you the right directions. You misunderstood. What can I say if you're dense?"
Choking. "You think I'm dense? Then what are you? Zero IQ?"
A derisive smile turns to a scowl. "Idiot."
"Moron."
"Deluded moron."
"Speak for yourself, bird brain!"
The exchange of insults flow fast and furious. Voices and tempers rise in equal measures and soon the room is flooded with colourful swear words. The animosity generated makes the air hard to breathe, and the hatred flung at each other soon reaches a breaking point with a scream.
"I hate you!"
"The feeling's mutual."
The venomous exchange looks set to go on forever, but is brought to a halt as a door is flung open. Loudly. Silence as a third party intrudes.
"What is going on?" The anger is almost tangible.
The loss of words is a huge contrast to the previous display of vocabulary seconds ago.
"We…we were arguing about the key of the sound a wineglass produces." The said object sits innocently on a nearby table.
"This elicits an expletive from the 'peacemaker himself'. "Does it matter?'
Grudgingly, "No…"
"Then pipe down and stop this stupid argument!" The third party swears again and leaves.
Silence again. Then one leaves, but not before hissing at the other remaining behind. "I still say it's E!"
A snort of derision, and the wineglass is picked up. A finger is run delicately around the rim of the glass, and a clear note emanates from it. It echoes throughout the room, hanging in the air, before slowly fading away.
"And I still say it's G."