Disclaimer: I'm alive. I know I know. Sorry, actually had to go become a (somewhat) productive member of society. I now own a lighter, two keychains (no keys), and a bottle cap. Moving up in the world! Yes!
"AEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIII!"
SPLAT squeeeek
Toad slid slowly down the side of the wall that Sabretooth had so kindly launched him out. Struggling to uncross his eyes, he manage to croak, "Guh...You wanted to speak to me?"
Sabretooth grinned at him. Or sneered. Or growled without the whole noise part. One could never really tell with Sabretooth."Yeah, I did. I've heard a rumor that you've been trying to get me."
"Get you?" Toad demanded, indignant, rising to his feet. He made a lame attempt to straighten up and dust himself off. "Why on earth would I ever want to get you?" To get the damn klondike bar, you fool! Shut up Brain! Now is NOT the time to go and start thinking on me! "Please. Like I would soooo want to get YOU! Ha. Ha. Haha. Haahaahahaaa. MWAHAHAHAA!"
For a moment, Sabretooth felt worry. He was dealing with a psycho. Then he remembered, it's just Toad. He managed to try and force a little patient along with a rather evil grin. Or at least, it could've been a grin.
"Were you, maybe, looking for... THIS?"
BEHOLD! Before frogboy's large luminous eyes hung... a klondike bar. "...gimme..." he managed to choke out.
"No."
"Gimmee."
"Nope."
"Please?"
"Ain't gonna happen."
"Now?"
"Nuh-uh."
"Before I shave you like a bowling ball?"
"Never. ...WHAT?"
"Um..." Toad tried to think of something to cover his true intentions, "Before I kiss you in a shopping mall? Wait NO! NO! Not even for a klondike!" He started spitting, disgusted, at the mental imagery he'd just seen in the back of his eyes.
Sabertooth raised an eyebrow. "You are one saaaaddd little man. But if you really mean it...," He trailed off, shrugging.
"NOOOOOO!" Toad screamed, jumping into fighting stance. "NOW GIVE ME THAT KLONDIKE!"
Sabretooth got into stance as well. "So you wanna play rough, Kermit? I'll play rough! That Klondike is MINE!"