***Just think, one day you too may be married and able to enjoy sh*t like this***
"Bakura!" Marik groaned, his tone disgusted.
"What the hell did I do this time?" Bakura snapped back, irritated.
"Can you explain why there's a pile of toe nail clippings on the nightstand?"
Bakura started laughing. He slipped out of bed and brushed the brittle sickles of nail clippings off of the nightstand and into his hand before taking them to the nearest trash bin. "Oooops, forgot about those."
"You're such a pig."
"You're such a bitch."
"You're an asshole."
"You're a bitch!"
"Idiot, you already said that."
Bakura scowled. "Don't fight with me before noon if you expect original retorts."