"Oh yeah, pourin' the syrup. Doo doo doo, syrup on the pancakes…" Scout sang as he sat in the little diner in town. He was in a booth with Sniper and was busy pouring an almost lethal amount of syrup on his pancakes. He continued to sing and hum even as the syrup overflowed his plate and began to spread over the table. Sniper set his coffee down and stared at the growing gooey puddle in distaste.
"Scout…" He said. Scout didn't seem to hear him as he continued to pour the syrup.
"Scout…" Now the puddle had reached Sniper's own coffee mug.
"Scout!" Sniper raised his voice only slightly.
"Everybody get the syrup on the pancakes!" Scout finished as he put the syrup down.
"Scout!" Sniper shouted. The table was now covered in the sticky syrup.
"Yeah, what's up there ya freaky freak?" Scout said casually as if he hadn't just nearly drowned the table in syrup.
"Mongrel, relax on the syrup already," said Sniper as he attempted to pry his mug off the table.
"But I like the syrup," Scout said matter-of-factly. "This sugary goo is all that is needed to make these ass-tasting pancakes taste good. No syrup, no eat." He finished dramatically. Sniper sighed heavily.
"Look, you're getting it all over the table," Sniper said, gesturing to the syrup that was now dripping onto the floor.
"A minor technicality," Scout said dismissively. "Besides, I don't hafta clean this shit up."
Sniper rolled his eyes at that. He had been taught at a young age to respect the people who worked hard to clean up after ungrateful customers like this annoying Scout. He glared at Scout over the tops of his sunglasses.
"Don't be obnoxious," he growled. Scout's eyes narrowed.
"Oh yeah," he said. "Take this." He picked up the bottle and squirted a huge glob of syrup at Sniper. It landed on his face, staining the lenses of his glasses. Sniper drew back in surprise and anger, he hadn't expected such childish behavior even if it was from Scout.
"What the fuck is wrong with ya, ya wankah?" He said, removing his glasses.
"Haha," Scout laughed mockingly. "Ya got syrup on your head. You're all sticky!" He stuck his tongue out at the raging Aussie.
"I'll kill ya, bloody drongo!" Sniper said, dropping his glasses onto the table. Scout quickly held the bottle of syrup higher.
"Threaten me, will ya? Have some more!" He began to repeatedly squirt Sniper with the syrup until his whole face was covered in the goo. He blindly felt around the table and found the knife that was resting next to his fork. He threw it at Scout and unfortunately missed.
"Whoa!" Scout said as he glanced at the knife that was imbedded just an inch from his shoulder in the booth's seat. He watched Sniper claw at his face for a moment before flagging down a waitress.
"Can I get these to go?" He asked. "Someone (he glared at Sniper) is being disagreeable." The waitress just sighed as she thought of all the scrubbing she would have to do later.
