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This story is all dialog has no plot and is all about Sarge and Moffitt talking about one thing, but things get complicated when one of them thinks the other is talking about something else. This is a drabble but a little longer! IDK their friendship is so complicated. LOL. SOO sorry if OOC Ya'll! Beta'ed by texaslass2000!
"Troy?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you ever think about how many grains of sand make up the desert?"
"If I tried, I'd probably lose my mind cause I would keep forgetting the last number I said."
"Hmmm. I see."
"It was a joke Moffitt."
"No, I understand that, Troy."
"Oh… It kind of seems like the desert can swallow a man whole, huh? I can't imagine being just a grain of it."
"But in a sense, that's what we are. Nothing more than a grain of sand that can be blown away in a small gust of wind never to be seen again."
"But you would never really be gone would you Moffitt? The wind might have blown the grain away but it's still out there waiting for its fellow grains of sand to be blown to where he is too."
"Ah, I see. So, no matter where the wind may pick up the grain and no matter where it lands its friends will follow?"
"I think you got it Doc."
"First of all, that's highly preposterous. There is no way that the wind could pick up the grain's companions and blow them directly to where the grain is. Second…"
"Moffitt, Moffitt let it go. All I was saying was that no one is ever really alone. Even a grain of sand in a vast desert."
"Wait, what are you talking about Troy? I was talking about how many grains of sand there were in the desert."
"Huh? I thought that was a metaphor for feeling alone and separated from everyone."
"HUH? What were we talking about again?"
"… I really got no idea Doc. None at all. Night Moffitt."
"Wait…. But…Hmmm… Well, no matter. Goodnight Troy."
THE END!