"Goddamnit! My hair!"
"Your hair? Look at my clothes!"
Vance gave the other boy a once-over before scoffing and turning his attention back to his extremely messed up hair. "You prob'ly have like a hundred more of the same thing!"
Gord sniffed pompously, crossing his arms. That was true, and he wasn't denying it. "Yes, now we see who is inferior, don't we, maggot?"
Vance was on top of Gord in a second, a fist formed and ready to punch him. "You're cruisin' for a bruisin'!"
"You better not damage my clothes!" shrieked Gord, trying to reverse their positions and desperately failing. The situation seemed kind of familiar to them…oh, wait. They'd already done this half an hour ago. "Again!"
"Oh, fuck you," Vance spat out viciously, following the unwritten script in both of their minds. "Again."
"Oh, we're so naughty!" was the last thing Gord could get out before they redid the whole scene again and again.
