Situation #6 : Of Raconteurs and Grammar Nazis
Zack had been diligently working on his newest skeleton when Hodgins and Booth walked in, joyously laughing as if they'd been fresh from a live comedy stand-up.
"Z-man, Z-man," Hodgins said between his pants to get air back into his needing lungs, "Booth just told me the best story ever!"
Interest perked at such a bold declaration, the twenty-odd year old put down the vertebra he was inspecting and turned to his best friend and boss' (supposed) love interest, asking, "May I also have the privilege of knowing this tale?"
"Alright," Booth said as he wiped a few tears away, "So, get this, me and Bones were-"
"Bones and I."
At the sudden interruption from Zack, Booth's voice instantly died and he shut his mouth before turning to the anthropologist, reopening it to say, "What?"
"You used the wrong grammatical method," Zack said simply.
Booth's deep brown eyes narrowed slightly at the squint as he said, "Well I like to talk the way I talk."
"Then you're not using proper English, which is quite despondent considering you're an officer of this country and that is our official language," Zack spewed out quickly.
"Whatever," Booth said like a teenager, which he was still at heart, before saying, "So me and Bones were at the-"
"Bones and I," Zack repeated his interruption just as he had the first time.
Last time, Booth had become silent, yet this time he repeated right away, with a slight growl, "Me and Bones."
"Bones and I."
"ME and Bones!" he now full out yelled, causing the genius to look at him in mute shock.
"Bones and I," Zack repeated for the fourth time calmly, the utter opposite to that of Booth.
"URGH! Forget it you crazy grammar nazi!" the special agent yelled out to the ceiling as he turned and quickly left, leaving the two squints to themselves.
Hodgins, who had been silent this entire time, turned to Zack and said, "Dude, this is why I say your social aptitude is two percent."
"You said three percent last time," Zack corrected as he turned back to his bones, thinking that if the story was so great Booth should have told it correctly so he could confer with it.
"Yeah, well, it went down. Again," the bearded man said in return, not having enough restraint to hold back his incredulous snort at the situation.
Zack's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance now. He looked up and informed, "He called me a nazi. How do you think I feel about that? Being associated with one of the worst calamities in human history isn't something to be passive about; he's the one whose social aptitude you should subtract from!"