IS FOXY FRITZ?
"He's still pretty out of it..."
"Well, BB was being fucking weird again. What do you expect?"
"OK, now I'm worried. How long are people supposed to faint?"
"We may have to bring out the big guns."
"Not the big guns..."
"The big guns."
"You sure...?"
"It maybe the best we can do, Jeremy..."
"(Sigh) OK."
*Slap*
"Gih!" Fritz winced at the sting.
Mike pulled his hand back. "Well, that worked."
"Careful, Mike! We want to wake him up, not knock him out again..."
The first thing Fritz saw when he woke up was Mike glaring at him. "How many fingers am I holding up?" He asked matter-of-factly, holding up three fingers.
"Six?" Fritz muttered groggily.
"Good enough." Mike helped Fritz to his feet and to his chair.
"Where are BB and Freddy?"
"They left during all the ruckus." Mike explained.
"And don't worry about BB." Jeremy added. "Nobody really likes him. He's probably just doing it for attention."
A/N: What do you think?