"…you're probably going to go to hell for this, you know that right?"

Nathanial's voice was deadpan as he hung upside down by his ankle in the middle of Wednesday's room, his face turning uncomfortably pink as all the blood rushed to his head. Wednesday ignored him and kept reading her book, The Spanish Inquisition; How They Did It, not shifting from her comfortable spot sprawled on her bed. The only indication that she heard him was the slight scowl on her face and the way her eyebrow would twitch every time he spoke.

Nathanial shook his head roughly, attempting to dispel the black spots that had started to pop up. "Come on!" He whined as he slowly revolved, tension causing his body to spin gently on the rope attached to his ankle, eventually showing his back to Wednesday. "I didn't even mean it!"

"Are you telling me you didn't mean to call me 'tribute to the community'?"

"I called you a cold hearted spawn of Satan right before that! How was I supposed to know you'd take offense to a sarcastic compliment!" Nathanial whined.

Wednesday snorted, thumbing her way through hard back book. As she turned the next page, the book shrieked. Nathanial swore and jerked, setting himself swinging back and forth, hitting his head on the foot of her four poster bed as a consequence.

"What the hell was that?" Nathanial moaned, his ears ringing and his head pounding.

Wednesday smirked, though the cold fury in her eyes tempered her amusement somewhat. "The disembowelment of a heretic during the Spanish Inquisition."

"Spiffing." Nathanial muttered as he was revolved slowly back to facing Wednesday.

"Hm."

Nathanial sighed. "Please, please, please let me down?"

Wednesday snorted. "I don't accept apologies from dead men."

Nathanial laughed nervously, using one of his dangling arms to scratch the back of his head. "Aw, you don't mean that do you Wednesday? I dyed my hair all your favorite colors."

Indeed, Wednesday thought sourly, looked at his recently trimmed hedgehog hair style. It had been carefully dyed, each individual spike colored one of her favorite colors; black, blue, and red.

"They're only my favorite colors when your skin looks like that." Nathanial gulped at her cold grin.

"Please don't kill me."

"I'll think about it."

"You know you'll miss me."

Wednesday rolled her eyes. "If I miss you that badly I'll just talk to you through a séance."

"It won't be the say~aaame." Nathanial said in a sing-song voice, a sloppy grin plastered on his face. Wednesday looked at him with mild concern. What if he suffered permanent brain damage? Quickly, Wednesday smothered her quick flash of worry by lashing out with her foot, kicking Nathanial in the side to set him swinging again.

"Oof!" Nathanial wheezed, his face was now a bright shade of pink. "Let me down, I'll do anything!"

"Anything?" Wednesday asked slyly, folding over the corner of her page and putting the book down to look at him. "Anything at all?"

"Yes!" Perhaps if he was in his right mind he would have taken care in what he promised, but he was hanging upside down in Wednesday's room, blood was rushing to his head, and he was under duress. Cut him some slack.

Yeah, cut him some slack so Wednesday could hang him with it.

"When I said anything, this is not what I had in mind!" Nathanial yelled, his panic coloring his voice as he struggled against his restraints. The thick belts that connected him to the electric chair's padded seating didn't budge.

"Stop whining." Wednesday snorted, impatiently setting up the wires as she waited for the generator to power up.

"I'm only human!" Nathanial yelled, for once seriously taking Wednesday's attempts on his life seriously. "I can't take huge amounts of electricity like an Addams!"

"I know that." Wednesday said. "That's why we're starting out slow."