Bubble Gum

Chew, chew, tongue, blow, pop, move, chew, chew, tongue, blow, pop, move, che-

"Can you STOP that?" Yami Yugi snapped at me. I blinked hard. He sighed, and ran a hand through his vibrantly colored hair. (Is that even possible?) "Look (chew), Joey (chew), it's not that (tongue) I don't (blow) like you, it's ju-(pop)-st, dammit Joey! Stop it with the stupid bubble gum!"

In laugh, bubble gum still sticking to my face, and use my tongue to pull it back in before offering him a grape flavored stick. He glares at me. God, this is funny.

"No, I don't want any stupid gum, I WANT you to throw that crap away."

Tristan, in the row in front of us, snickers, knowing what I'm about to say.

"If it were crap I wouldn't be eating it," I say smoothly. He rolls his eyes.

"We need to get you off this plane, Joey. BADLY."