Coach strolled up the path to Nick and Ellis' house.
Coach hadn't seen them for quite some time, so he decided to call Ellis who invited him over for dinner.
He straightened his shirt and knocked on the door.
"Coach" said Nick, pokerfaced as usual.
"How are you Nicolas?"
"Nick is fine-"
Nick, Nicolas, it was all the same. He ignored Nick and strolled inside the house. He could smell the burgers cooking and was keen to eat.
"Dinner will be ready in about ten" said Nick, closing the door behind him.
"Hey Coach!" Ellis bounded out from the kitchen cheerily. "Can I get you a drink?"
"Soda please."
"Sure thing." He ducked back into the kitchen and returned with the can of soda. "Here you go."
"Thanks."
"We are going to finish cooking. Make yourself at home" Nick offered.
"Okay Nick."
Nick and Ellis walked back into the kitchen. Coach looked around the lounge room.
That was when he saw it. The most comfortable looking couch he had ever seen. It was a beautiful three seater covered in soft, black fabric (Nick had obviously chosen this piece of fancy furniture, Coach could imagine Nick having good couch taste).
Coach tried to resist the call of the couch, but he could not.
He rushed over to the couch and belly flopped onto it, snapping the middle panel and causing it to collapse.
"Oops" was all he said. He decided the best thing to do was to just go home and watch football.
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"Nick and Ellis heard a loud crashing noise and rushed into the lounge room to investigate.
Nick saw his beautiful lounge broken and Coach was nowhere to be seen. "What the fuck?!"
"Looks like Coach broke our couch" said Ellis, slightly broken-hearted.
"Fuck" Nick groaned, rolling his eyes.