Challenge accepted - Brittany
Jul. 14th, 2012 09:44 pm“What about this one?”
“I don't like it.”
“No surprise there.”
“It's tacky.”
“You said that about the last one too.”
“Because it was tacky.”
“They're not all tacky.”
“No, some of them are merely crap.”
“That's being unfair. I've no doubt that people worked really hard on these.”
“Apparently not hard enough.”
“You're horrible.”
“You love that I'm horrible.”
“That's debatable.”
“Aww, you love me.”
“I don't.”
“You do.”
“Don't ruffle my hair. I hate that.”
“You just don't like that I'm taller than you.”
“You're not, it's just where you're standing.”
“Whatever.”
“I do love you, you know.”
“I know.”
“So what's wrong with this one?”
“The head's too small.”
“Some people have small heads.”
“Not that small.”
“No, I'll concede that. What about the one over in the corner?”
“Ugh. The colouring is just dreadful. Too much brown.”
“Racist.”
“It's not racist to say that it has too much brown.”
“If you say so.”
“Anyway, can you imagine having it in our home every day, hanging on the wall?”
“Hmm, you're right. What else is there?”
“I don't like the glasses one.”
“Which glasses one?”
“Over there.”
“The glass one?”
“No, the one with glasses.”
“There isn't one with glasses.”
“You need glasses.”
“I do not. My eyesight is twenty-twenty. If anything, you need glasses.”
“Is that a crack because I'm older than you?”
“I'm not going to make any jokes about how old you are.”
“Good.”
“They got old.”
“I hate you.”
“But not as old as you.”
“I hate you so much.”
“Hey! Ow! You kicked me!”
“That's what you get for making jokes. You get kicked.”
“Those boots really hurt.”
“Good. Money well spent.”
“You bought those boots to kick me?”
“To kick somebody. You think I'd wear something this uncomfortable just to look good? If I'm going to suffer, so are the rest of you.”
“That's horrible and I love it.”
“And that's why I kicked you.”
“No, you kicked me because made a joke about how old you are – OW!”
“Just be glad that only got your ribs. There are much more sensitive spots I could have aimed for.”
“Truce?”
“For now.”
“Let's go over there, my feet are getting sore.”
“Oh, all right.”
“Aren't you cold?”
“No.”
“I'm freezing.”
“That's just the wind.”
“Well, the wind is freezing.”
“Fine. Here.”
“Oh good, that's much better.”
“Are you being sarcastic?”
“No, really, it's surprisingly warm.”
“Hmm, OK then. Just don't complain if it doesn't work later.”
“It will work.”
“It had better. I haven't been lugging this thing about all day just to get nothing out of it.”
“I feel the same way about you some days.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Do you need to be kicked again?”
“Would you judge me if I said yes?”
“Absolutely.”
“We should get another one of these.”
“We will, if you're happy lugging it around.”
“Well, I don't really have pockets. What would I be wearing that could fit that in a pocket?”
“I don't know. Giant pants?”
“I can't believe you said that.”
“What?”
“Did you just call my arse fat?”
“No?”
“You did.”
“I did not.”
“I'm not talking to you.”
“Oh, come now, don't be like that.”
“I can't hear you.”
“If you're not talking to me, you can still hear me, you just can't respond.”
“... damn it.”
“It's OK, dear, you have other talents than your brain.”
“Like what?”
“Well, you can carry things really far. And fast.”
“That's true, I can do that.”
“There you go, dear.”
“Did you know that by age sixty, most people have lost half their taste buds?”
“What?”
“People lose half their taste buds by age sixty.”
“I heard you, I just don't know why you brought it up.”
“Someone told me the other day and I thought you'd be interested.”
“Why would you think that?”
“I thought it was interesting.”
“You thought it was interesting?”
“Yes.”
“Why would you think I would think it was interesting?”
“Because I thought it was?”
“Is this an age thing again?”
“What? No.”
“I can end you, you know. I'm in a perfect position to quickly kill you and jump away so I don't get any blood on me.”
“It's both terrifying and arousing to me that you have considered this.”
“I really should have known you'd say that.”
“You know me too well.”
“Unfortunately, that is so.”
“I think we should pick one and go home.”
“What's the rush? Was it too arousing?”
“No, I think the volcano is beginning to erupt.”
“Again?”
“It would seem so.”
“They really need to get that thing fixed.”
“I'll have a word with management.”
“Like that will do anything.”
“I think we should hurry.”
“All right, the blonde one.”
“You sure?”
“Didn't you want to hurry?”
“I just want to make sure you're sure.”
“Do you not like her?”
“I'm just not sure she's a natural blonde.”
“I don't think that will really make a difference once she's on the wall. It's not like the hair will keep growing. We're picking how she looks now.”
“You raise a good point.”
“Of course I do.”
“Excellent. You ready?”
“Yes. Let me get a run up.”
“Ooh, nice swing.”
“Why, thank you.”
“Very little blood splatter and the longer hair will make it much easier to carry.”
“I did think of that.”
“Shall we get going?”
“Yes, just let me readjust this.”
“Hold on around my chest and we'll get going.”
“Have you been working out?”
“Aw, you noticed.”
“Of course, dear. Now giddyup!”
“... I hate you.”
“I love you too, dear.”
“I don't like it.”
“No surprise there.”
“It's tacky.”
“You said that about the last one too.”
“Because it was tacky.”
“They're not all tacky.”
“No, some of them are merely crap.”
“That's being unfair. I've no doubt that people worked really hard on these.”
“Apparently not hard enough.”
“You're horrible.”
“You love that I'm horrible.”
“That's debatable.”
“Aww, you love me.”
“I don't.”
“You do.”
“Don't ruffle my hair. I hate that.”
“You just don't like that I'm taller than you.”
“You're not, it's just where you're standing.”
“Whatever.”
“I do love you, you know.”
“I know.”
“So what's wrong with this one?”
“The head's too small.”
“Some people have small heads.”
“Not that small.”
“No, I'll concede that. What about the one over in the corner?”
“Ugh. The colouring is just dreadful. Too much brown.”
“Racist.”
“It's not racist to say that it has too much brown.”
“If you say so.”
“Anyway, can you imagine having it in our home every day, hanging on the wall?”
“Hmm, you're right. What else is there?”
“I don't like the glasses one.”
“Which glasses one?”
“Over there.”
“The glass one?”
“No, the one with glasses.”
“There isn't one with glasses.”
“You need glasses.”
“I do not. My eyesight is twenty-twenty. If anything, you need glasses.”
“Is that a crack because I'm older than you?”
“I'm not going to make any jokes about how old you are.”
“Good.”
“They got old.”
“I hate you.”
“But not as old as you.”
“I hate you so much.”
“Hey! Ow! You kicked me!”
“That's what you get for making jokes. You get kicked.”
“Those boots really hurt.”
“Good. Money well spent.”
“You bought those boots to kick me?”
“To kick somebody. You think I'd wear something this uncomfortable just to look good? If I'm going to suffer, so are the rest of you.”
“That's horrible and I love it.”
“And that's why I kicked you.”
“No, you kicked me because made a joke about how old you are – OW!”
“Just be glad that only got your ribs. There are much more sensitive spots I could have aimed for.”
“Truce?”
“For now.”
“Let's go over there, my feet are getting sore.”
“Oh, all right.”
“Aren't you cold?”
“No.”
“I'm freezing.”
“That's just the wind.”
“Well, the wind is freezing.”
“Fine. Here.”
“Oh good, that's much better.”
“Are you being sarcastic?”
“No, really, it's surprisingly warm.”
“Hmm, OK then. Just don't complain if it doesn't work later.”
“It will work.”
“It had better. I haven't been lugging this thing about all day just to get nothing out of it.”
“I feel the same way about you some days.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Do you need to be kicked again?”
“Would you judge me if I said yes?”
“Absolutely.”
“We should get another one of these.”
“We will, if you're happy lugging it around.”
“Well, I don't really have pockets. What would I be wearing that could fit that in a pocket?”
“I don't know. Giant pants?”
“I can't believe you said that.”
“What?”
“Did you just call my arse fat?”
“No?”
“You did.”
“I did not.”
“I'm not talking to you.”
“Oh, come now, don't be like that.”
“I can't hear you.”
“If you're not talking to me, you can still hear me, you just can't respond.”
“... damn it.”
“It's OK, dear, you have other talents than your brain.”
“Like what?”
“Well, you can carry things really far. And fast.”
“That's true, I can do that.”
“There you go, dear.”
“Did you know that by age sixty, most people have lost half their taste buds?”
“What?”
“People lose half their taste buds by age sixty.”
“I heard you, I just don't know why you brought it up.”
“Someone told me the other day and I thought you'd be interested.”
“Why would you think that?”
“I thought it was interesting.”
“You thought it was interesting?”
“Yes.”
“Why would you think I would think it was interesting?”
“Because I thought it was?”
“Is this an age thing again?”
“What? No.”
“I can end you, you know. I'm in a perfect position to quickly kill you and jump away so I don't get any blood on me.”
“It's both terrifying and arousing to me that you have considered this.”
“I really should have known you'd say that.”
“You know me too well.”
“Unfortunately, that is so.”
“I think we should pick one and go home.”
“What's the rush? Was it too arousing?”
“No, I think the volcano is beginning to erupt.”
“Again?”
“It would seem so.”
“They really need to get that thing fixed.”
“I'll have a word with management.”
“Like that will do anything.”
“I think we should hurry.”
“All right, the blonde one.”
“You sure?”
“Didn't you want to hurry?”
“I just want to make sure you're sure.”
“Do you not like her?”
“I'm just not sure she's a natural blonde.”
“I don't think that will really make a difference once she's on the wall. It's not like the hair will keep growing. We're picking how she looks now.”
“You raise a good point.”
“Of course I do.”
“Excellent. You ready?”
“Yes. Let me get a run up.”
“Ooh, nice swing.”
“Why, thank you.”
“Very little blood splatter and the longer hair will make it much easier to carry.”
“I did think of that.”
“Shall we get going?”
“Yes, just let me readjust this.”
“Hold on around my chest and we'll get going.”
“Have you been working out?”
“Aw, you noticed.”
“Of course, dear. Now giddyup!”
“... I hate you.”
“I love you too, dear.”