Conversation in question

[noxxville]

A conversation between two people Y & Z. Add a line or two but all dialogue must be in the form of a question.

Example: "Do you think I'm stupid?" questioned Z. "I mean, did you really think that I would go that far?"

This conversation has started due to Y's unwillingness to try something (we can figure that out later, as well as Y and Z's relationship). Here we go..


"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

[nycwriters]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

[moel]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

[nycwriters]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

[moel]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

[lapietra]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

[noxxville]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

[lapietra]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

[nycwriters]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

[ProfessionalGun]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

[danh]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

[ProfessionalGun]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

[noxxville]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

[ProfessionalGun]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

"Didn't you tell me you had an unfortunate encounter with a hand grenade during the war?" questioned Z, "And weren't you named after a chromosome?!"

[noxxville]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

"Didn't you tell me you had an unfortunate encounter with a hand grenade during the war?" questioned Z, "And weren't you named after a chromosome?!"

"What the hell have you been smoking?" said an exasperated Y, "Are you on crack??"

[nycwriters]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

"Didn't you tell me you had an unfortunate encounter with a hand grenade during the war?" questioned Z, "And weren't you named after a chromosome?!"

"What the hell have you been smoking?" said an exasperated Y, "Are you on crack??"

"Crack? What's crack?" asked a puzzled Z. "Do you mean the thing that shows up every time you bend over to pick something up?"

[ProfessionalGun]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

"Didn't you tell me you had an unfortunate encounter with a hand grenade during the war?" questioned Z, "And weren't you named after a chromosome?!"

"What the hell have you been smoking?" said an exasperated Y, "Are you on crack??"

"Crack? What's crack?" asked a puzzled Z. "Do you mean the thing that shows up every time you bend over to pick something up?"

"Why I oughta. . . hey- you're trying to change the subject, aren't you?!" pressed a frustrated Y. "Do you really think I'd forgotten about your suggestion that I do something foul and inappropriate based on some mysterious reputation that everyone in town knows about but me!?"

[danh]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

"Didn't you tell me you had an unfortunate encounter with a hand grenade during the war?" questioned Z, "And weren't you named after a chromosome?!"

"What the hell have you been smoking?" said an exasperated Y, "Are you on crack??"

"Crack? What's crack?" asked a puzzled Z. "Do you mean the thing that shows up every time you bend over to pick something up?"

"Why I oughta. . . hey- you're trying to change the subject, aren't you?!" pressed a frustrated Y. "Do you really think I'd forgotten about your suggestion that I do something foul and inappropriate based on some mysterious reputation that everyone in town knows about but me!?"

"Why do you care so much anyway?" asked Z in an annoyed tone of voice. "You've already done that foul and inappropriate thing with everybody else in town, haven't you?"

[nycwriters]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

"Didn't you tell me you had an unfortunate encounter with a hand grenade during the war?" questioned Z, "And weren't you named after a chromosome?!"

"What the hell have you been smoking?" said an exasperated Y, "Are you on crack??"

"Crack? What's crack?" asked a puzzled Z. "Do you mean the thing that shows up every time you bend over to pick something up?"

"Why I oughta. . . hey- you're trying to change the subject, aren't you?!" pressed a frustrated Y. "Do you really think I'd forgotten about your suggestion that I do something foul and inappropriate based on some mysterious reputation that everyone in town knows about but me!?"

"Why do you care so much anyway?" asked Z in an annoyed tone of voice. "You've already done that foul and inappropriate thing with everybody else in town, haven't you?"

"ACK! HOW DID YOU KNOW?!" screeched Y. "WHO TOLD YOU?!!! You've been following me around again haven't you?!"

[danh]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

"Didn't you tell me you had an unfortunate encounter with a hand grenade during the war?" questioned Z, "And weren't you named after a chromosome?!"

"What the hell have you been smoking?" said an exasperated Y, "Are you on crack??"

"Crack? What's crack?" asked a puzzled Z. "Do you mean the thing that shows up every time you bend over to pick something up?"

"Why I oughta. . . hey- you're trying to change the subject, aren't you?!" pressed a frustrated Y. "Do you really think I'd forgotten about your suggestion that I do something foul and inappropriate based on some mysterious reputation that everyone in town knows about but me!?"

"Why do you care so much anyway?" asked Z in an annoyed tone of voice. "You've already done that foul and inappropriate thing with everybody else in town, haven't you?"

"ACK! HOW DID YOU KNOW?!" screeched Y. "WHO TOLD YOU?!!! You've been following me around again haven't you?!"

"So what if I have been following you? Shouldn't I be worried? You can't keep indulging in this deviant behavior all your life, won’t you come to your senses and have a look at the world around you Y?” pleaded Z.... “And to fight off boredom, one needs a good hobby, right?”

[noxxville]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

"Didn't you tell me you had an unfortunate encounter with a hand grenade during the war?" questioned Z, "And weren't you named after a chromosome?!"

"What the hell have you been smoking?" said an exasperated Y, "Are you on crack??"

"Crack? What's crack?" asked a puzzled Z. "Do you mean the thing that shows up every time you bend over to pick something up?"

"Why I oughta. . . hey- you're trying to change the subject, aren't you?!" pressed a frustrated Y. "Do you really think I'd forgotten about your suggestion that I do something foul and inappropriate based on some mysterious reputation that everyone in town knows about but me!?"

"Why do you care so much anyway?" asked Z in an annoyed tone of voice. "You've already done that foul and inappropriate thing with everybody else in town, haven't you?"

"ACK! HOW DID YOU KNOW?!" screeched Y. "WHO TOLD YOU?!!! You've been following me around again haven't you?!"

"So what if I have been following you? Shouldn't I be worried? You can't keep indulging in this deviant behavior all your life, won’t you come to your senses and have a look at the world around you Y?” pleaded Z.... “And to fight off boredom, one needs a good hobby, right?”

"What are you suggesting?" snarled Y. "Do I look like the kind of person who collects stamps?"

[moel]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

"Didn't you tell me you had an unfortunate encounter with a hand grenade during the war?" questioned Z, "And weren't you named after a chromosome?!"

"What the hell have you been smoking?" said an exasperated Y, "Are you on crack??"

"Crack? What's crack?" asked a puzzled Z. "Do you mean the thing that shows up every time you bend over to pick something up?"

"Why I oughta. . . hey- you're trying to change the subject, aren't you?!" pressed a frustrated Y. "Do you really think I'd forgotten about your suggestion that I do something foul and inappropriate based on some mysterious reputation that everyone in town knows about but me!?"

"Why do you care so much anyway?" asked Z in an annoyed tone of voice. "You've already done that foul and inappropriate thing with everybody else in town, haven't you?"

"ACK! HOW DID YOU KNOW?!" screeched Y. "WHO TOLD YOU?!!! You've been following me around again haven't you?!"

"So what if I have been following you? Shouldn't I be worried? You can't keep indulging in this deviant behavior all your life, won’t you come to your senses and have a look at the world around you Y?” pleaded Z.... “And to fight off boredom, one needs a good hobby, right?”

"What are you suggesting?" snarled Y. "Do I look like the kind of person who collects stamps?"

"Well, arent you going to answer me?!" again questioned Y. "Whats taking you so long?"

[noxxville]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

"Didn't you tell me you had an unfortunate encounter with a hand grenade during the war?" questioned Z, "And weren't you named after a chromosome?!"

"What the hell have you been smoking?" said an exasperated Y, "Are you on crack??"

"Crack? What's crack?" asked a puzzled Z. "Do you mean the thing that shows up every time you bend over to pick something up?"

"Why I oughta. . . hey- you're trying to change the subject, aren't you?!" pressed a frustrated Y. "Do you really think I'd forgotten about your suggestion that I do something foul and inappropriate based on some mysterious reputation that everyone in town knows about but me!?"

"Why do you care so much anyway?" asked Z in an annoyed tone of voice. "You've already done that foul and inappropriate thing with everybody else in town, haven't you?"

"ACK! HOW DID YOU KNOW?!" screeched Y. "WHO TOLD YOU?!!! You've been following me around again haven't you?!"

"So what if I have been following you? Shouldn't I be worried? You can't keep indulging in this deviant behavior all your life, won’t you come to your senses and have a look at the world around you Y?” pleaded Z.... “And to fight off boredom, one needs a good hobby, right?”

"What are you suggesting?" snarled Y. "Do I look like the kind of person who collects stamps?"

"Well, arent you going to answer me?!" again questioned Y. "Whats taking you so long?"

"How am I supposed to know?"posed Z, "Do I look like Carnac the Magnificent?"

[moel]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

"Didn't you tell me you had an unfortunate encounter with a hand grenade during the war?" questioned Z, "And weren't you named after a chromosome?!"

"What the hell have you been smoking?" said an exasperated Y, "Are you on crack??"

"Crack? What's crack?" asked a puzzled Z. "Do you mean the thing that shows up every time you bend over to pick something up?"

"Why I oughta. . . hey- you're trying to change the subject, aren't you?!" pressed a frustrated Y. "Do you really think I'd forgotten about your suggestion that I do something foul and inappropriate based on some mysterious reputation that everyone in town knows about but me!?"

"Why do you care so much anyway?" asked Z in an annoyed tone of voice. "You've already done that foul and inappropriate thing with everybody else in town, haven't you?"

"ACK! HOW DID YOU KNOW?!" screeched Y. "WHO TOLD YOU?!!! You've been following me around again haven't you?!"

"So what if I have been following you? Shouldn't I be worried? You can't keep indulging in this deviant behavior all your life, won’t you come to your senses and have a look at the world around you Y?” pleaded Z.... “And to fight off boredom, one needs a good hobby, right?”

"What are you suggesting?" snarled Y. "Do I look like the kind of person who collects stamps?"

"Well, arent you going to answer me?!" again questioned Y. "Whats taking you so long?"

"How am I supposed to know?"posed Z, "Do I look like Carnac the Magnificent?"

"Do you always have to be such a jackass?" Y asked angrily. "Why don't you just do what you came here to do or just **** off and leave me alone?"

[voxpop]

Dazed and confused, Z cries, "Don't you know how much I care about you? can't you see I'm trying to help you?"

[moel]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

"Didn't you tell me you had an unfortunate encounter with a hand grenade during the war?" questioned Z, "And weren't you named after a chromosome?!"

"What the hell have you been smoking?" said an exasperated Y, "Are you on crack??"

"Crack? What's crack?" asked a puzzled Z. "Do you mean the thing that shows up every time you bend over to pick something up?"

"Why I oughta. . . hey- you're trying to change the subject, aren't you?!" pressed a frustrated Y. "Do you really think I'd forgotten about your suggestion that I do something foul and inappropriate based on some mysterious reputation that everyone in town knows about but me!?"

"Why do you care so much anyway?" asked Z in an annoyed tone of voice. "You've already done that foul and inappropriate thing with everybody else in town, haven't you?"

"ACK! HOW DID YOU KNOW?!" screeched Y. "WHO TOLD YOU?!!! You've been following me around again haven't you?!"

"So what if I have been following you? Shouldn't I be worried? You can't keep indulging in this deviant behavior all your life, won’t you come to your senses and have a look at the world around you Y?” pleaded Z.... “And to fight off boredom, one needs a good hobby, right?”

"What are you suggesting?" snarled Y. "Do I look like the kind of person who collects stamps?"

"Well, arent you going to answer me?!" again questioned Y. "Whats taking you so long?"

"How am I supposed to know?"posed Z, "Do I look like Carnac the Magnificent?"

"Do you always have to be such a jackass?" Y asked angrily. "Why don't you just do what you came here to do or just **** off and leave me alone?"

Dazed and confused, Z cries, "Don't you know how much I care about you? can't you see I'm trying to help you?"

"Oh, is that what you're doing? Thats what you really want?" Y spoke in a much calmer voice. " Fine, will you pass me the glue?"

[Lauren]

"The glue, I drank the glue sorry i was parched" said z reluctantly

[noxxville]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

"Didn't you tell me you had an unfortunate encounter with a hand grenade during the war?" questioned Z, "And weren't you named after a chromosome?!"

"What the hell have you been smoking?" said an exasperated Y, "Are you on crack??"

"Crack? What's crack?" asked a puzzled Z. "Do you mean the thing that shows up every time you bend over to pick something up?"

"Why I oughta. . . hey- you're trying to change the subject, aren't you?!" pressed a frustrated Y. "Do you really think I'd forgotten about your suggestion that I do something foul and inappropriate based on some mysterious reputation that everyone in town knows about but me!?"

"Why do you care so much anyway?" asked Z in an annoyed tone of voice. "You've already done that foul and inappropriate thing with everybody else in town, haven't you?"

"ACK! HOW DID YOU KNOW?!" screeched Y. "WHO TOLD YOU?!!! You've been following me around again haven't you?!"

"So what if I have been following you? Shouldn't I be worried? You can't keep indulging in this deviant behavior all your life, won’t you come to your senses and have a look at the world around you Y?” pleaded Z.... “And to fight off boredom, one needs a good hobby, right?”

"What are you suggesting?" snarled Y. "Do I look like the kind of person who collects stamps?"

"Well, arent you going to answer me?!" again questioned Y. "Whats taking you so long?"

"How am I supposed to know?"posed Z, "Do I look like Carnac the Magnificent?"

"Do you always have to be such a jackass?" Y asked angrily. "Why don't you just do what you came here to do or just **** off and leave me alone?"

Dazed and confused, Z cries, "Don't you know how much I care about you? can't you see I'm trying to help you?"

"Oh, is that what you're doing? Thats what you really want?" Y spoke in a much calmer voice. " Fine, will you pass me the glue?"

"The glue, I drank the glue sorry i was parched" said z reluctantly

"What kind of question was that?"asked y,"Are you tlking in some god damened code again?"

[zenbabe]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

"Didn't you tell me you had an unfortunate encounter with a hand grenade during the war?" questioned Z, "And weren't you named after a chromosome?!"

"What the hell have you been smoking?" said an exasperated Y, "Are you on crack??"

"Crack? What's crack?" asked a puzzled Z. "Do you mean the thing that shows up every time you bend over to pick something up?"

"Why I oughta. . . hey- you're trying to change the subject, aren't you?!" pressed a frustrated Y. "Do you really think I'd forgotten about your suggestion that I do something foul and inappropriate based on some mysterious reputation that everyone in town knows about but me!?"

"Why do you care so much anyway?" asked Z in an annoyed tone of voice. "You've already done that foul and inappropriate thing with everybody else in town, haven't you?"

"ACK! HOW DID YOU KNOW?!" screeched Y. "WHO TOLD YOU?!!! You've been following me around again haven't you?!"

"So what if I have been following you? Shouldn't I be worried? You can't keep indulging in this deviant behavior all your life, won’t you come to your senses and have a look at the world around you Y?” pleaded Z.... “And to fight off boredom, one needs a good hobby, right?”

"What are you suggesting?" snarled Y. "Do I look like the kind of person who collects stamps?"

"Well, arent you going to answer me?!" again questioned Y. "Whats taking you so long?"

"How am I supposed to know?"posed Z, "Do I look like Carnac the Magnificent?"

"Do you always have to be such a jackass?" Y asked angrily. "Why don't you just do what you came here to do or just **** off and leave me alone?"

Dazed and confused, Z cries, "Don't you know how much I care about you? can't you see I'm trying to help you?"

"Oh, is that what you're doing? Thats what you really want?" Y spoke in a much calmer voice. " Fine, will you pass me the glue?"

"The glue, I drank the glue sorry i was parched" said z reluctantly

"What kind of question was that?"asked y,"Are you tlking in some god damened code again?"

"What, are you on your period again?" asked y, "Are you planning on just going around making statements all damn day?"

[noxxville]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

"Didn't you tell me you had an unfortunate encounter with a hand grenade during the war?" questioned Z, "And weren't you named after a chromosome?!"

"What the hell have you been smoking?" said an exasperated Y, "Are you on crack??"

"Crack? What's crack?" asked a puzzled Z. "Do you mean the thing that shows up every time you bend over to pick something up?"

"Why I oughta. . . hey- you're trying to change the subject, aren't you?!" pressed a frustrated Y. "Do you really think I'd forgotten about your suggestion that I do something foul and inappropriate based on some mysterious reputation that everyone in town knows about but me!?"

"Why do you care so much anyway?" asked Z in an annoyed tone of voice. "You've already done that foul and inappropriate thing with everybody else in town, haven't you?"

"ACK! HOW DID YOU KNOW?!" screeched Y. "WHO TOLD YOU?!!! You've been following me around again haven't you?!"

"So what if I have been following you? Shouldn't I be worried? You can't keep indulging in this deviant behavior all your life, won’t you come to your senses and have a look at the world around you Y?” pleaded Z.... “And to fight off boredom, one needs a good hobby, right?”

"What are you suggesting?" snarled Y. "Do I look like the kind of person who collects stamps?"

"Well, arent you going to answer me?!" again questioned Y. "Whats taking you so long?"

"How am I supposed to know?"posed Z, "Do I look like Carnac the Magnificent?"

"Do you always have to be such a jackass?" Y asked angrily. "Why don't you just do what you came here to do or just **** off and leave me alone?"

Dazed and confused, Z cries, "Don't you know how much I care about you? can't you see I'm trying to help you?"

"Oh, is that what you're doing? Thats what you really want?" Y spoke in a much calmer voice. " Fine, will you pass me the glue?"

"The glue, I drank the glue sorry i was parched" said z reluctantly

"What kind of question was that?"asked y,"Are you tlking in some god damened code again?"

"What, are you on your period again?" asked y, "Are you planning on just going around making statements all damn day?"

"How could I have known?" pleaded z, "How may questions can one person answer?"

[moel]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

"Didn't you tell me you had an unfortunate encounter with a hand grenade during the war?" questioned Z, "And weren't you named after a chromosome?!"

"What the hell have you been smoking?" said an exasperated Y, "Are you on crack??"

"Crack? What's crack?" asked a puzzled Z. "Do you mean the thing that shows up every time you bend over to pick something up?"

"Why I oughta. . . hey- you're trying to change the subject, aren't you?!" pressed a frustrated Y. "Do you really think I'd forgotten about your suggestion that I do something foul and inappropriate based on some mysterious reputation that everyone in town knows about but me!?"

"Why do you care so much anyway?" asked Z in an annoyed tone of voice. "You've already done that foul and inappropriate thing with everybody else in town, haven't you?"

"ACK! HOW DID YOU KNOW?!" screeched Y. "WHO TOLD YOU?!!! You've been following me around again haven't you?!"

"So what if I have been following you? Shouldn't I be worried? You can't keep indulging in this deviant behavior all your life, won’t you come to your senses and have a look at the world around you Y?” pleaded Z.... “And to fight off boredom, one needs a good hobby, right?”

"What are you suggesting?" snarled Y. "Do I look like the kind of person who collects stamps?"

"Well, arent you going to answer me?!" again questioned Y. "Whats taking you so long?"

"How am I supposed to know?"posed Z, "Do I look like Carnac the Magnificent?"

"Do you always have to be such a jackass?" Y asked angrily. "Why don't you just do what you came here to do or just **** off and leave me alone?"

Dazed and confused, Z cries, "Don't you know how much I care about you? can't you see I'm trying to help you?"

"Oh, is that what you're doing? Thats what you really want?" Y spoke in a much calmer voice. " Fine, will you pass me the glue?"

"The glue, I drank the glue sorry i was parched" said z reluctantly

"What kind of question was that?"asked y,"Are you tlking in some god damened code again?"

"What, are you on your period again?" asked y, "Are you planning on just going around making statements all damn day?"

"How could I have known?" pleaded z, "How may questions can one person answer?"

"Are you making fun of the way I talk?" Y asked. "How many questions can one person ask?"

[noxxville]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

"Didn't you tell me you had an unfortunate encounter with a hand grenade during the war?" questioned Z, "And weren't you named after a chromosome?!"

"What the hell have you been smoking?" said an exasperated Y, "Are you on crack??"

"Crack? What's crack?" asked a puzzled Z. "Do you mean the thing that shows up every time you bend over to pick something up?"

"Why I oughta. . . hey- you're trying to change the subject, aren't you?!" pressed a frustrated Y. "Do you really think I'd forgotten about your suggestion that I do something foul and inappropriate based on some mysterious reputation that everyone in town knows about but me!?"

"Why do you care so much anyway?" asked Z in an annoyed tone of voice. "You've already done that foul and inappropriate thing with everybody else in town, haven't you?"

"ACK! HOW DID YOU KNOW?!" screeched Y. "WHO TOLD YOU?!!! You've been following me around again haven't you?!"

"So what if I have been following you? Shouldn't I be worried? You can't keep indulging in this deviant behavior all your life, won’t you come to your senses and have a look at the world around you Y?” pleaded Z.... “And to fight off boredom, one needs a good hobby, right?”

"What are you suggesting?" snarled Y. "Do I look like the kind of person who collects stamps?"

"Well, arent you going to answer me?!" again questioned Y. "Whats taking you so long?"

"How am I supposed to know?"posed Z, "Do I look like Carnac the Magnificent?"

"Do you always have to be such a jackass?" Y asked angrily. "Why don't you just do what you came here to do or just **** off and leave me alone?"

Dazed and confused, Z cries, "Don't you know how much I care about you? can't you see I'm trying to help you?"

"Oh, is that what you're doing? Thats what you really want?" Y spoke in a much calmer voice. " Fine, will you pass me the glue?"

"The glue, I drank the glue sorry i was parched" said z reluctantly

"What kind of question was that?"asked y,"Are you tlking in some god damened code again?"

"What, are you on your period again?" asked y, "Are you planning on just going around making statements all damn day?"

"How could I have known?" pleaded z, "How may questions can one person answer?"

"Are you making fun of the way I talk?" Y asked. "How many questions can one person ask?"

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

The End?

[Sri Rama]

"Did you really just suggest that?" a baffled Y said, "I mean what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Umm wasn't that clearly established from the get-go?" Z smugly said, smirking. "I mean aren't you the one with a reputation for this kind of thing?"

"What are you talking about?" replied Y, demanding: "Who have you been talking to?"

"Oh didn't you hear?" said Z. "It's all over town; didn't you know?"

"How should I know?" answered Y. "What am I, omniscient or something?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?" mumbled Z, rolling his eyes. "Would you pass the salt?"

"Is that all you can think about?" screeched Y, "Didn't the doctor warn you about too much sodium in your diet?"

"What do you care?" yawned Z, scratching his belly. "Anyway, you think I can eat your cooking without it?"

"Why do you always complain about my cooking?" fumed Y. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Didn't YOUR mother pierce my skull with her grating, high pitched squeal?!" exclaimed Z. "You haven't been taking voice lessons from HER, have you!?"

"So what if I have?" countered Y. "Won't you just shut up and take the salt already?"

"Okay, how about we just settle down?" suggested Z. "We're both men, aren't we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" roared Y, "How could you even say such a thing after last night?"

"Didn't you tell me you had an unfortunate encounter with a hand grenade during the war?" questioned Z, "And weren't you named after a chromosome?!"

"What the hell have you been smoking?" said an exasperated Y, "Are you on crack??"

"Crack? What's crack?" asked a puzzled Z. "Do you mean the thing that shows up every time you bend over to pick something up?"

"Why I oughta. . . hey- you're trying to change the subject, aren't you?!" pressed a frustrated Y. "Do you really think I'd forgotten about your suggestion that I do something foul and inappropriate based on some mysterious reputation that everyone in town knows about but me!?"

"Why do you care so much anyway?" asked Z in an annoyed tone of voice. "You've already done that foul and inappropriate thing with everybody else in town, haven't you?"

"ACK! HOW DID YOU KNOW?!" screeched Y. "WHO TOLD YOU?!!! You've been following me around again haven't you?!"

"So what if I have been following you? Shouldn't I be worried? You can't keep indulging in this deviant behavior all your life, won’t you come to your senses and have a look at the world around you Y?” pleaded Z.... “And to fight off boredom, one needs a good hobby, right?”

"What are you suggesting?" snarled Y. "Do I look like the kind of person who collects stamps?"

"Well, arent you going to answer me?!" again questioned Y. "Whats taking you so long?"

"How am I supposed to know?"posed Z, "Do I look like Carnac the Magnificent?"

"Do you always have to be such a jackass?" Y asked angrily. "Why don't you just do what you came here to do or just **** off and leave me alone?"

Dazed and confused, Z cries, "Don't you know how much I care about you? can't you see I'm trying to help you?"

"Oh, is that what you're doing? Thats what you really want?" Y spoke in a much calmer voice. " Fine, will you pass me the glue?"

"The glue, I drank the glue sorry i was parched" said z reluctantly

"What kind of question was that?"asked y,"Are you tlking in some god damened code again?"

"What, are you on your period again?" asked y, "Are you planning on just going around making statements all damn day?"

"How could I have known?" pleaded z, "How may questions can one person answer?"

Angry again, Y shouted, "Why do you expect me to know EVERYTHING?! Why can't you answer your own damn questions for a change?!"

[Brynn]

Y - What time is it?

[Hyakujo's Fox]

Y - What time is it?

Z - What happened to that watch I gave you?

[T.I.P.]

Y - What time is it?

Z - What happened to that watch I gave you?

Y - Why should i use a watch when i have a cellphone ?

[Hyakujo's Fox]

Y - What time is it?

Z - What happened to that watch I gave you?

Y - Why should i use a watch when i have a cellphone ?

Z - Didn't you like the watch?

[Brynn]

Y - What time is it?

Z - What happened to that watch I gave you?

Y - Why should i use a watch when i have a cellphone ?

Z - Didn't you like the watch?

Y - I loved the watch, but should you really be spending that kind of money on me, given our circumstances?

[Anna]

Y - What time is it?

Z - What happened to that watch I gave you?

Y - Why should i use a watch when i have a cellphone ?

Z - Didn't you like the watch?

Y - I loved the watch, but should you really be spending that kind of money on me, given our circumstances?

Z - Circumstances? What ever do you mean?

[MarsViolet]

Y - What time is it?

Z - What happened to that watch I gave you?

Y - Why should i use a watch when i have a cellphone ?

Z - Didn't you like the watch?

Y - I loved the watch, but should you really be spending that kind of money on me, given our circumstances?

Z - Circumstances? What ever do you mean?

Y - Do ya think ignoring it will make it go away? Should I pawn the watch?

[Anna]

Y - What time is it?

Z - What happened to that watch I gave you?

Y - Why should i use a watch when i have a cellphone ?

Z - Didn't you like the watch?

Y - I loved the watch, but should you really be spending that kind of money on me, given our circumstances?

Z - Circumstances? What ever do you mean?

Y - Do ya think ignoring it will make it go away? Should I pawn the watch?

Z - Why do you always over react?

[Brynn]

Y - What time is it?

Z - What happened to that watch I gave you?

Y - Why should i use a watch when i have a cellphone ?

Z - Didn't you like the watch?

Y - I loved the watch, but should you really be spending that kind of money on me, given our circumstances?

Z - Circumstances? What ever do you mean?

Y - Do ya think ignoring it will make it go away? Should I pawn the watch?

Z - Why do you always over react?

Y - Why is it that I'm always the one who "over reacts" but when you do it, it's called a "responding intelligently?"