Matt: Did it? Where?
Mello: Right at the top. I said shit indistinct muttering
Matt: Why?
Mello: In the story!
Matt: I missed it though...
Mello: I was angry at you for not doing the fucking dishes.
Matt: ... Ok. I accept that.
Mello: I hate you.
Matt: I love me. ^_^
long silence
Matt: Oh I see it now!! Ok.
Mello: Right there points to computer screen. Geez.
Matt: hahaha. Gotcha. "Adding soap to the warm water". Are you pasting?
Mello: Trying. There it goes.
Mello: Wow, right down here. we laughed... I'm sure something humorous happened
Matt: Wow.
Mello smashes the delete button
Matt: Eliminate! Eliminate! Eliminate! Eliminate!!
Mello: Deletedeletedeletedeltedelete!!!
Matt: Weird yawn
Mello: It's not moving.
Matt: Weird man.
Mello: Fuck Matt. hysterical giggling
Matt: Out of control. And you think you're so strong. But you can't st-nu-la-bah...
I don't know the words. Do about it. Oooooo. oo. Resevoir Dogs. (o.O?) I never saw that. again, singing along with a Queen song, Headlong. Our Matt is a Queen fan apparently.
pause
Matt: It makes it look like you wrote a lot.
Mello: I know but it's really not that much.
Matt: No... Why do you use such big font?
Mello: Cause I like to be able to read it better.
Matt: You can't read that?
Mello: Not as good as some people could.
Matt: I thought you had better eyesight.
Mello: I probably do but I still can't read. DAMMIT!
Matt: giggle Can't read...
Matt: in a stupid(er) voice I learned to read!
Mello: There.
Matt: Riiiiiiight.
giggling
Mello: A giggly word...
Matt: Giggly word haha. Private Pocky stick...
Mello: Can you believe that's still there?
Matt: And it's gonna BE there until we post it. And then we'll change it like right before we post it.
Mello: If we remember.
Matt: If we don't oh well.
Mello: It'll be amusing.
Mello: Alright.
Matt: Vigorously. big yawn Oh man.
Mello: Don't you start that.
Matt: What?
Mello: No yawning.
Matt: I couldn't help it. I'm a gamer. I have to drink like 50 dozen redbulls... or something like it... and it's cold. You know your blood slows down when it's cold?
Mello: Yeah...
Matt: That makes you sleepy when your blood slows down... Makes for a cleaner killing too. Like in a book I read one time.
Mello: Hm... can you tell Mello wasn't really paying attention?
Matt: He did that... He killed like, child molesters and stuff. It was pretty neat. He had a refrigerated truck. He'd stick them in there and let their blood slow down and stuff. And then he'd cut them. Cause he was, he was, he was...
Mello: looks at phone You're recording this?
Matt: Am I? I dunno. Anyway, he was like a neat freak or OCD or something like that. He
couldn't stand blood... but he was a police detective... a blood splatter analyst.
Mello: Wow...
Matt: Dude, it's pretty cool.
Mello: Mhm.
Matt: I wanted to be like that. But then I remembered I don't really care enough.
Mello: You're a gamer, Matty. You can't. It's not you.
Matt: Exactly. I don't care enough to do that.
Mello: It's just not you.
Matt: I'm lazy.
Mello: You're weird Matty.
Matt: I like video games.
Mello: Argh! This is irritating. referring to a story we're writing
Matt: If it were in video game form, I'd be all over it.
pause
Mello: I can't find the lighter.
Matt: The lighter's in the box.
Mello: Should be... Arigatou
Matt: ... You're welcome.
Mello looks at Matt oddly
Matt: I'm British I can speak English man.
Mello: XD I'm British I speak English! Epic fail!
Matt: laughing That's what I do.
Mello: That's what Mello said.