Carlos sat in the lobby on a couch, digging a screwdriver into his helmet. Myca walked up to him. "Hey Carlos!" She said.
Carlos jumped, startled, dropping his screw driver and looked up. "Oh hey Myca. You scared me."
"Sorry." She said, picking up the screwdriver and handing it to him. "So what are you doing?"
"I'm trying to make my helmet more high-tech."
"Like, how?" She asked, sitting next to him.
"Okay, you see, everyone is always slapping against my helmet and it's kind of annoying, so I'm trying to make it to where whenever they do, yogurt splatters on them."
Myca nodded. "That sounds funny. How's that working out?"
"Well, it's all ready, all I need to do is add the yogurt."
"Okay."
"Could you hand me that bucket?"
Reaching around the couch, Myca handed Carlos a white bucket with pink yogurt inside. Opening a compartment in the top of his helmet, Carlos poured the yogurt inside and then closed the compartment door and slipped on the helmet.
"All right, hit my head." Carlos said to Myca.
"Me?" She said.
"Yeah. I wanna see if it worked."
"Ooo, but I'll get yogurt all over me." She whined.
"That's the point. So come on, hit it."
"Oh, all right." She said, closed her eyes and slowly reached out her hand and knocked on the helmet. When she did, there was a quick beeping sound and then yogurt came from inside the helmet onto Carlos's head. When Myca opened her eyes, she couldn't help but laugh at Carlos covered in yogurt.
"Man!" Carlos said, removing the helmet, and licked his lips. "Mmm."
"What went wrong?"
"I don't know, everything was in check."
"Everything?"
"I'm sure."
They thought for a second. "Did you put in a dispenser."
"What?"
"Something that would shoot out the yogurt."
"Oh! I did forget something." He said. "Thanks Myca." And he ran off.
Myca slumped back in the couch, laughed then sighed. "Man. I'm bored again."
Then she had the idea and stood up. "Kendall!"