"Marik, you are an idiot."
"Thanks, Bakura. I love you too."
"I mean it, Marik. You'll get yourself jailed again, and Malik'll probably beat the shit out of me for it."
"What so you're saying you can't take out Malik?"
"Oh, just shut up."
"Well, since it bugs you so much, I should just keep going, but we've reached our destination."
It was true. Marik and Bakura walked up the porch steps of a quaint, white-fenced, happy-looking house. The perfect home.
"This place sucks."
"Don't be a chicken, Bakura. Go hide somewhere and prepare to bolt if something goes wrong."
"If? Don't you mean when?" Marik ignored him, rang the doorbell, and grinned when a little old lady opened the door.
" Can I help you?"
Marik grinned again and reached into his coat. "Yes, actually, you can. Give me all of your candy now."
Grandma glared at him. "And why should I do that?"
"Because if you don't, I'm really going to regret what happens next. In, fact, I—"
THUMP.
Now, Marik probably should have been extremely annoyed right now. He would have been, too, except he was lying unconscious on the floor.
Bakura came running up the steps. "What on earth did you do to him?"
"He was being rude, so I hit him over the head with a frying pan."
"Oh."
Marik began to stir. "Ow. What was that for?"
The lady ignored him and said, "Now, I want both of you to come inside so we can call someone to pick you up. I'll tell them exactly what happened, and they can punish you as they see fit."
So it was a very subdued duo that traipsed into the house and gave up Malik's cell number (with the help of threatening cookware.) Several minutes later, Malik drove up in Ishizu's car and honked the horn angrily, looking like he was ready to chop them both up in a blender.
As they jogged down to the car, Bakura asked, "What were you even going to do?"
"I was gonna pretend to pull a gun on her."
"Do you even own a gun?"
"Nope."
"You two are in so much trouble," Malik started as soon as they got in the car.
Bakura contemplated just going back to the house and taking the frying pan.
At least frying pans couldn't talk.