"Remember when you were important to the plot." N asked without a questioning tone, hanging by a spider web in the Castelia City's gym. "I feel like there's nothing to make fun of about you besides your 5-minute importance."
Burgh, frustrated trying to paint a 1600s styled portrait of N, stabbed himself lightly in the gut with his Family Dollar brand of paint brush. "Would you please shut the heck up. I am an aspiring artist. So what do you think about bones."
"Are you sure you're asking the right person?"
"What," Burgh said all trance-y. "I don't understand a beep boop diddly squat about what you're saying."
"Huh."
"If you're trying to make fun of me about relevancy, you were only here in Unova for about one scene and caused a tearjerker by calling Ghetsis your dad."
"I..." N looked away and fell off the cobweb because his depression was leaking through his ear holes.
Burgh ran a hand through his own hair and stated, "I'm also a fashion designing genius prodigy."
"You're just about as ugly as Bugsy except you have the wardrobe of Alexander McQueen. RIP."
"McQueen turned to bones. I like bones," Burgh peeled off dry paint from his armpit and ripped out the painting he made of N and glued it to his face with red paint.
"Yeah."
sometimes i get really inspired by overly translated Chinese novels about Haley Joel Osment and Dakota Fanning by Tao Lin