Conversation in question - ZEFRANK.COM

nycwriters · 01-13-2003, 10:29 PM

"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?"

Thread Tools
Show Printable Version Email this Page
Display Modes	Rate This Thread
Switch to Linear Mode Switch to Hybrid Mode Threaded Mode	Rate This Thread:

01-13-2003, 10:29 PM	#14
nycwriters Stuck in T.O. Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Floundering Posts: 4,134	"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?"