A/N: alrite, these were behind. Again. Actually, it only got like 30 hits today and I flipped out so ignore my paranoiaaa.
Disclaimer: I. Am. Not. Man of Action.
"Why do you need a hammer? Who needs a hammer to build a car?"
Kevin snatched the tool from Ben. "I don't know! I mean, what if I just want a hammer? Did you ever think of that?"
He mulled over the thought for a moment. His green eyes glazed over with concentration. "No, I didn't. But I still don't get why you need a hammer in here."
Obsidian eyes glazing over, Kevin's face flushed red with anger. His grip instantly tightened on the hammer. Dangerously tight. "Dude, just accept the fact that I have a hammer."
"I don't think I will." Ben sipped on his smoothie, slow and hard. His cheeks sucked in. Once his whole mouth was full, he shook his head like a dog.
"I really, really oughta hit you as hard as I can with this hammer and see if either A) you spit smoothie everywhere or B) your brain comes out the back of your head. Place your bet. Maybe I'll win some money off this."
He spit smoothie out everywhere.
"Yup. Fork over some cash."
"YOU DIDN'T EVEN HIT ME!"
Kevin tapped Ben's shoulder with the hammer. "Now I did."
"WE DIDN'T EVEN PLACE BETS!"
"Yeah I did."
"WHEN?!"
"In my mind."
"GIVE ME THE HAMMER!"
Eyes widening, Kevin dropped the hammer on Ben's foot and ran for the driver's side door of the car. He put it in gear and hoped Ben wouldn't actually come after him with a hammer.
Because hammers are much more dangerous than they look.
A/N: hehehe. Review plz.
~Sky