"Mark?"

     "Yeah?"

     "I'm bored."

     "You're always bored. That should be your nickname in the yearbook. Roger 'Always Bored' Davis."

     "But Mark, I'm really, really bored!"

     "What do you expect me to do about it?"

     "I don't know. You could try to make me...not bored."

     "Oy. It's the middle of the summer, Roge. The whole point of the middle of the summer is for there to be nothing to do. We're obligated to sit around and do nothing. That's our job."

     "Yeah, I guess."

     "Yeah."

     "...Mark?"

     "What?"

     "I just feel this need to do something productive."

     "Rule #2 of the middle of the summer: leave anything productive until the day before school starts back up."

     "What was Rule#1 again?"

     "Don't do anything…"

     "In the middle of the summer. Right. I got it. I'm sort of confused as to how you know this, but I don't."

     "I'm specialer than you."

     "You made up these rules during middle school when no one would talk to you, huh?"

     "...Pretty much."

     "Hmm."

     "Hmm."

     "Mark?"

     "You're bored. I know."

     "Are you ticklish?"

     "...Okay, I totally wasn't expecting that."

     "Well? Are you?"

     "...No."

     "Heh."

     "Don't grin at me like that, Roger!"

     "Heh."

     "Roger, I—ACK! NO! Stop that!"

     "Heh heh."

     "Roge—please—stop—tickling—me----NOW! AGH!"

     "Ow!"

     "Sorry, but you wouldn't get off of me."

     "You didn't have to kick me."

     "Yes I did."

     "No you didn't."

     "Yes I did! Because whenever you have your mind set on something, you don't stop! I asked you to stop tickling me."

     "You enjoyed it."

     "Oh, shut up."

     "Mark likes being tickled by bo-oys..."

     "What's the point in making fun of me when there's no one else to hear it?"

     "...Mark likes being tickled by big, strong, muscley bo-oys..."

     "You are so immature."

     "Big, strong, muscley, blond, singing—MMPH!"

     "..."

     "..."

     "..."

     "..."

     "..."

     "...So...um...Mark. What was that?"

     "I had to get you to shut up somehow. Um."

     "Kicking me would've worked again."

     "You didn't like it when I kicked you."

     "And you assume that…"

     "Yes! Because you were kissing me back."

     "Oh. Yes. That."

     "Yeah. That."

     "...I feel another song coming on. Do you think you have it in you to shut me up again?"

     "As in the wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more kind…?"

     "Yep. Because I think I've been long due for a good, proper shutting up."

     "Well...Yeah. I think I can do that."

     "Okay, so what else can I make fun of you abo—MMPH! Mm—okay, this works too..."

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