A/N: Short and pointless. XD Yay! This is based on an actual conversation I had with someone via text message. Just FYI.
"Hey, Marik!"
"Yeah, Bakura?"
"Do you happen to own any guns?"
"Yeah, you can borrow them if you'd like. They're under the bed."
"Thank you. How about knives? Mine have been... confiscated."
"They're in the kitchen, farthest cupboard to the right."
"Sleeper darts?"
"Bathroom drawer. Next to the vials of poison-laced dragon's blood."
"Tazer?"
"Malik's closet."
"Grenades?"
"Malik's pillow."
"Uh... What about a Madonna CD? Do you have one of those?"
Marik looked aghast. "Bakura! That's horrible! Why would you even think I'd leave a weapon like that laying around?"
Bakura shrugged. "No reason."
"Really. You should be more careful with what you ask people for."
"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."