After a long day of cursing and speaking blasphemy in church, Chris Tougher sits at home and relaxes on the sofa with his feet up on the coffee table, watching some old reruns of famous television shows that were popular on the air whenever they were popular. Johnny Fame sits on a leather recliner to Chris' left, his feet propped up on the foot-rest thingy that's totally included with the recliner. In the can- and cup-holder thing that is also totally included with the recliner is a can of rot beer that Johnny passively drinks from, but he doesn't drink so much from it because too much consumption of a rot beer is a bad thing - could start a war or some shit.

"Keep it easy on that rot beer, Johnny!"

"Why don't you make me!"

"I would but you're not causing any trouble yet with your antics."

"That could suddenly change at any moment."

"And you would be to blame."

"Partially you would, too. It takes two people to have a fight."

"In your case, it just takes yourself and a random thing like a pencap."

"I only fought with a pencap once in my life and that was because it wouldn't come off the pen!"

"Maybe you had to click it."

"What good would that have done? The solution I found to getting it to work was by reverse stabbing it on the table and it came out."

"Like I said, maybe you had to click it."

Johnny takes another drink of his rot beer and gets out of his recliner, walking over to Chris and stealing the television remote.

"Give that back."

"No, I'm going to hide it."

"Fuck that noise."

"Yeah! In fact, I'm going to take it to a cones co-bar and throw it in a pitcher of rot beer."

"Cones run bars together?"

"Haven't you heard? It's only the latest trend to happen since ever!"

"Awesome, sounds amazing. Hey, which gets me remembering to the past - remember that one time I was supposed to date a chick on my birthday?"

"Yeah, I remember that. I actually puked on somebody that night, I think it was you."

"I forget, myself. But that was a pretty cool night."

"Still got her number?"

"Obviously. But I'm not able to take the time out of my day and call her when I have to pick up after the mess you leave in my house. Not to mention that I have to find things of mine that you are hiding from me every single night you come over here. One time it was my car keys, another time it was my grandparent's meds and pills, another time was my cat's litterbox. You should be banned from stepping on my property, to be honest."

"Probably, but I'm going to keep coming back through your basement window."

"I thought I set jiprock nails along my windows?"

"You did, but I worm myself in with the help of a durable bodybag."

"You're one strange individual..."

"Totally am."