Man, it’s been days. Will you just call her already?

No.

You are such a child.

Oh yeah, well, you’re a… baby.

I’m a baby?

Yup.

Why am I a baby?

I don’t know. Because you shit yourself? Whatever. I don’t want to call her.

Gonna stomp yer feet when you say that, Princess?

Hmph.

So, just call her. It’s been days, you stormed out because you were a baby anyway, get over it.

What do you care?

What do I care?

What do you care?

Neither of you will stop talking about it. So then I have to hang out with Dan and he’s still a bit gun-shy what with me and Melina, or Sven who is … Sven.

So without me and Natasha talking you have no friends? Is that it?

What? No, just … argh! Stop being dumb.

I don’t want to.

So you admit, at least, this is dumb.

No. I mean, look, she pissed me off and… no it isn’t dumb, you’re dumb shut up.

All well reasoned arguments.

Thank you.

But as your oldest friend…

You aren’t.

What? Yes I am.

No way. You know Peter?

Which Peter?

Old Peter? He’s like 73? I consider him a friend. He is my oldest friend. You’re like, my age.

No I mean friend who has known you the longest sort of older, not age.

Oh, then in that case, yes, carry on.

As your oldest friend, I need to tell you, you’re being a jerk.

I…

No. You’re being a jerk and you do that sometimes.

Fine, I’ll call her. Later.

Seriously?

Yes, I promise. I’ll call and apologize, all right?

I just…

Relax.

Hmmm.

What is this? Clue? There isn’t some big mystery to solve. Don’t worry, Velma. It’s fine.

You just agreed really fast. Too fast, even.

Yes, Jake, I am trying to lull you into a sense of calm so that I can… uhm… escape with the gold? What?

I don’t know, get out of coping?

What good would that do? Then you’d find me and be louder. No. It’s easier to admit you’re right and be done with it.

So I’ve annoyed you into submission?

Pretty much.

Score!