Stuck in a Phone Booth

"Why is it so hot in here?" Shawn asked. It was an hour later and they were all still stuck in the phone booth. "Who turned on the heat? Why is the sun shining right on us? Hunter, why does it have to be so hot?"

"Shawn, I know you're suffering but shut up already!" Hunter snapped. "We've got to find a way to get out of this thing."

Itchweeed kept pulling on the door that wouldn't open. "What the fuck is wrong with this thing? Why won't it let us out?" He pounded on the glass. "You let us out right now boy! I ain't playing with you."

"Maybe we should all rush at the door and break it down," Matt suggested.

The others looked at him like he was stupid or something. "Dude, the door is made of glass," Hunter told him. "Why would we try to break glass down? We could get seriously hurt."

"Yeah and we can't even move around in here enough to break it down anyway," Shawn added. He took off his shirt. "Damn it, this still isn't helping much."

Itchweeed covered his nose. "Boy put your shirt back on! I can smell your body odor all the way over here!"

Shawn looked offended. "Are you saying I smell?"

"Yes! You smell funky dog or some shit like that!"

Matt looked at Itchweeed incredulously. "A funky dog?"

"Well it's so bad I can't even describe it."

"That's it!" Shawn yelled. "You are so dead!" He elbowed Hunter and Matt out of the way and put his hands around Itchweeed's throat. "I'm going to kill you for saying that!"

Hunter pulled Shawn off of Itchweeed. "Calm down little buddy. There's no need to do anything rash."

Shawn frowned. "Why would I get a rash? That's a dumb thing to do."

Hunter sighed. "No Shawn, I said there's no need to DO anything rash, not there's no need to GET a rash."

"Oh, I get it now. But I need to do something rash! He told me I smell. I have to make him have a rash!"

"Hey, don't be cursing me now!" Itchweeed snapped. He took off his glove and smacked Shawn across the face with it.

"Oh don't start that Itchweeed," Matt said. "Don't start smacking people with that thing."

"Shut up boy!" Itchweeed shouted. He slapped Matt across the face too.

Hunter laughed. "Ha ha, you got slapped."

Itchweeed slapped him too. "And so did you motha fucka!"

Hunter looked shocked. "Why would you do that? Why would you slap me like that?"

"Your big nose was bothering me."

"Okay, that's it!" Hunter grabbed Itchweeed and started throttling him. It took Shawn and Matt several minutes to pull the two apart.

"I've had it!" Itchweeed said. He took off his hat and wiped some of the paint off that he had around his eyes. "I'm Jeff again. I'm Jeff, so please stop being violent. Itchweeed is gone."

"That might be a good thing," Shawn said.

Jeff nodded. "Oh yeah." He grabbed the phone booth door and easily opened it. "Let's go get some ice cream again," he said as he stepped back outside.

Matt, Shawn and Hunter just stared at him in shock. "How did you do that?" Matt asked in shock. "You said the door was stuck!"

"No, Itchweeed said the door was stuck. Itchweeed can't always open doors that well. One time he got stuck in my trailer for three days before I came back and bailed him out." Jeff reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag of Skittles. "Ooohh, candy!" He reached into his other pocket and pulled out his cell phone. "Oooohhh, a text! Somebody wuvs me!"

Hunter slowly advanced on Jeff. "Wait a second. You're telling me that we've been stuck in that phone booth for an hour because your alter ego is an idiot who can't open doors?"

Jeff nodded. "Yeah, pretty much." He frowned. "Oh no, Ken's cheetah got away. I got to go help him!"

"But Ken doesn't have a cheetah!" Matt yelled as Jeff ran away. He frowned and looked at the two members of DX. "Does he have a cheetah?"

Shawn shrugged. "I don't know. Let's go find out."