Wrong
"Is!"
"Isn't!"
"Is!"
"Isn't!"
"You guys!" Carly exclaimed, walking over to Sam and Freddie, who were having yet another argument. "Can you two be civil for ten minutes?"
"Sam won't admit that she's wrong," Freddie said, crossing his arms. "When it's so obvious that she is."
"Mama's never wrong, nub," Sam said. "You should know that by now."
"What's this argument about?" Carly sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Sam said that Ginger Fox is Canadian," Freddie said. "When anyone could tell you that she was born in Florida."
"First of all, this is completely pointless," Carly said, frustrated. "Second, there's a computer right there. Why don't you two just look it up?"
"Good idea, Carls," Freddie said, walking towards the computer. He pulled up . "Wait, before we start, should we bet the usual?"
"Not the pants thing," Carly pleaded.
"Don't worry, Carly," Sam said, as Freddie held out his hand. "We got a new usual. Alright, nub. I'll take your bet." She licked her hand and shook his, as she always did.
"Alright," Freddie said as he typed the question into the search engine. "But I'm going to look forward to-Oh, no."
"Ha!" Sam exclaimed triumphantly. "See, it says it! Ginger Fox was born on February 3rd, 1979 in Ontario, Canada!"
"But-I-"
"I win, Fredburger," Sam grinned. "Pay up."
"Please tell me this won't involve blood," Carly sighed. "You two are a couple now, can't you two just not argue for one day?"
"As if," Sam said. "And don't worry, Carls. There's no blood."
"I can't believe she's Canadian," Freddie muttered as he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his now large muscles. "Alright, Sam, do it."
"What's going on?" Carly asked slowly as Sam pulled out a permanent marker from her pocket.
"Our new usual is that the loser of the bet has to have both our names drawn on in permanent ink and wear it for a day."
"That's not so bad," Carly reasoned as Sam began to write out the names.
"Are you kidding?" Freddie said. "My mom's going to have a conniption!"
"Yeah, and walking around with his name on me is just like broadcasting to the world I'm dating a nub," Sam said.
"So you basically made the bet so that the other would be miserable," Carly said.
"Yup," the couple nodded.
"You two are insane. Only you guys would do something like this."
"It was Sam's idea," Freddie pointed out. "Of course, we all know she just wanted a reason to touch my biceps."
"Please," Sam spat at him. "There's nothing there to touch except you squishy, useless arm."
"Uh-huh, then why have you been squeezing my muscle for the past five minutes?"
Sam kicked him, but she still couldn't hide that fact that both her cheeks had reddened.
