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"Whatcha playing?"
"The Sims. Go away."
"Can I play?"
"NO."
"Pleeeese!"
"I SAID NO, WRATH."
"YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT!"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE AN ANNOYING LITTLE BASTARD! GO AWAY!"
"MOMMYYYYY! GREED CALLED ME A BASTARD! What's that mean anyway?"
"GREED!"
"WHAAAAT? HE'S AN ANNOYING LITTLE SHIT! HOW DO YOU PUT UP WITH HIM?"
"I JUST DO! NOW GET OFF THE COMPUTER, IT'S HIS TURN ANYWAYS!"
"NO, DAMMIT!"
"GREED! LET HIM ON THE COMPUTER!"
"I SAID- ARGH! HEY, GET OFF ME!"
Greed was sent toppling to the floor as Wrath leapt on top of him. The sound of punches landing and yelling filled the manor.
Sloth reclined against the doorjamb, watching the two of them fight with an amused expression playing on her face. She looked at the computer, where Greed's game was still playing. She moved over to the it and started clicking.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Greed leapt up, trying to stop Wrath from biting his ankle.
"I'm experimenting." Sloth said innocently.
"WITH MY GAME?"
"Yeah, I suppose so."
"WELL GET OFF! AND STOP PRESSING SO MANY BUTTONS!"
"Why, what'll...uh-oh."
"WHAT DID YOU DO?"
"The screen stopped moving."
"IT FROZE?"
"Uh-huh."
"OH DAMMIT!"
"What?"
"I DIDN'T SAVE MY GAME!"
"...and?"
"I HAVE TO START OVER!"
"HAHAHAHAHA!" Wrath crooned.
"SHUT UP, MOPHEAD, IF THE COMPUTER FROZE, THAT MEANS YOU OR NOBODY ELSE CAN PLAY IT!" Greed barked.
"Oh...FUCK!"
"WRATH!" Sloth looked up, shocked.
"What? Envy says it all the time! Why can't I?"
"Well, Envy is a loud-mouthed, egotistical bast-"
"I heard my name." Envy stuck his head in the doorway, but was immediately punched in the face. "ARGH! WHAT THE HELL, SLOTH?"
"GET OUT OF HERE! AND STOP SAYING THE 'F' WORD AROUND WRATH!"
"'F' word? Oh, you mean fu-"
"GET OUT!"
Sloth pushed Envy out of the room and slammed the door.
Greed was pushing buttons on the disk drive. "OPEN UP, DAMN YOU!"
"IT'S NOT GOING TO WORK THAT WAY!" Wrath cajoled in Greed's ear.
"SHUT UP!"
"MAKE ME!"
"RAGHEAD!"
"FLUFFY-JACKET!"
"RUNT!"
"PIMP!"
"PUNK!"
"OBSESSIVE COMPLUSIVE SUNGLASS WEARER!"
"SNOT-NOSED MISMATCHED-ARMS LITTLE BRAT!"
"SHUT UP, BOTH OF YOU!" Sloth barked.
BOOM!
Greed had been pressing buttons the whole time. The computer emitted a muffled bang, and smoke billowed out of the disk drive. The screen went black. ((A/N: Yeah, my friend's Sims game asploded...and I still don't know why. XD What happens to the computer from here on out did NOT happen to my knowledge. XD Would'a been funny as hell, though.))
All three of them stared at the computer in silence. Then Greed lunged backwards and howled in frusteration. "NO! NO! DAMMIT TO HELL, CRAP, CRAP, SONNOVA BITCH, WHAT THE FUCK, NO PLEASE GOD, DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN!"
Sloth reached forward and pressed the 'Open' button on the disk drive. It slid open, and she recoiled, coughing, as more smoke billowed from the computer's depths. She waved the smoke away and gingerly removed the disk. It was twisted and warped, and apparently had melted. It dripped chrome-colored slop onto the desk.
"OH...GREAT!" Greed snapped. "OH, YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK THE DELL." He then punched through the computer monitor. It fizzled for a minute, electrical sparks snapping slightly, then died alltogether.
"WELL THAT WAS REAL SMART, GREED!" Wrath yelled. "NOW WE HAVE TO GET A NEW MONITOR AND A NEW DISK DRIVE AND A NEW SIMS GAME!"
"SHUT UP!" Greed snarled.
"FLUFFERNUTTER!"
"SHITHEAD!"
"FUCKER!"
"DAMMIT WRATH WHAT DID I JUST SAY?" Sloth yowled angrily, whirling to face her 'son.'
"WELL THEN DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH ENVY!"
"I heard my name again." Envy poked his head in again.
"GET OUT!" All three of them roared in unison. Envy yelped and retreated.
"Is he lurking outside there?" Greed whispered, jabbing a thumb at the door. "His hearing can't be that good."
"YES IT IS!" Came Envy's voice from behind the door.
Greed opened the door and shut it. Banging, shouting, and landing punches could be heard.
Sloth and Wrath looked at each other.
"Wanna go for McDonalds?" Sloth asked.
"YAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!"
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Auri's Notes: Wow...I'm thoroughly disturbed and entertained. X3