Small Cottage

"So you are too chicken to fight me. See, I knew it."

"Well, not now."

"I could take you blindfolded."

"You couldn't even take me normally."

"I could too. If you're so tough, and so strong, why don't you back it up with evidence?"

"Because! Look at you, you're already a mess."

"I wish you would stop saying that! I look fine! And it was Irene's fault."

"I know, I know."

"Well, this argument proves that I'm a great lawyer and you don't have the balls to even try to fight me."

Elroy looked puzzled. "What?"

"I win. I'm dominant. Which means I get whatever I want. Make me a sandwich."

"I'm not going to make you a sandwich, Serenity!"

"I want a sandwich, so go make me one!" Serenity crossed her arms.

"Make your own."

"You better go make me that sandwich! Or I'll cut you!"

"We saw how far that threat got before!"

"If I hit you, will you stand still this time?"

"Anywhere below the face and above the belt, sure."

"Oh, come on, why can't I go below the belt?"

"Because."

"Not an adequate excuse."

"Sure it is! How would you like it if you got cuntpunched?"

"I've never heard that term in my life."

"I'm certain you could infer what it means."

"Nope. Still don't get it." Serenity said, "Anyways.. I've been wondering."