Cough
"Sam, just take some medicine!"
"No! That stuff tastes worse than your mom's chicken soup!"
"You'll feel a lot better."
"Don't care, Benson. Mama's not putting that gunk down her throat."
"Sam," Freddie reasoned. "You've had that cough for over a week now. It's not going away on its own. Just take some medicine, please!"
"It is too going away," Sam insisted indignantly, holing back a cough. "Besides, why do you care so much about my cough, Benson?"
"Because, Sam," he said, sighing. "You're my friend, believe it or not, and I want you to get better."
"You just want to see me gag on the medicine," Sam said shrewdly.
"Fine," Freddie said, crossing his arms. "I give up. Don't take the medicine."
"I wasn't planning on it."
"However," he continued, smiling slyly. "Until you do come to your senses and take it, I'm going to sit at Carly's house and watch every Galaxy Wars movie all weekend."
"Why would I care?"
"Because Carly's going to Yakama this weekend, and we both know you'll still be over there all the time."
"Suppose I just break the DVD player? "
"You wouldn't break it; it's Carly's," Freddie said.
"That's not fair! You can't play the Carly card!"
"I can and I did. Now then; you can either swallow the medicine and stop coughing, or enjoy a nice weekend of Galaxy Wars with me. It's your choice."
Sam shot Freddie the dirtiest look she could muster, and the slowly, rose the small cup of medicine to her lips, and swallowed its contents.
"There," she said. "It's gone. Now I get to control the T.V. this weekend."
"Fine," Freddie shrugged. "By the way, I lent my Galaxy Wars DVDs to Gibby a month ago and he spilled gravy on them. They haven't worked since."