599: I hope this room doesn't make me look fat. Does this room make me look fat?

Aventador: It makes you look fat because everywhere makes you look fat because you are fat. Now hush. My favorite program's on.

Aventador: *BZZT* What was that? Wait...did...did you just text me?

599: Yeah!

Aventador: Oh FFS, WE'RE IN THE SAME ROOM!

599: I know! I know you lose a lot of the texts I send you, but now I just wait til we're together to text you so I can make sure you get them. Isn't that great?!

Aventador: No that is not great! That defeats the whole freaking poi- you know what? No. Nevermind. My oil pressure's going up.

599: Is there anything I can do?

Aventador: Be somewhere I'm not.

599: Hey, lets go for a drive! Such a wonderful day to waste indoors.

Aventador: I already told you, my program is on and I don't intend to miss it, now please be quiet and-

599: I wanna see the skyline! Lets turn around.

Aventador: NO. My program is over there and there isn't enough room anyway.

599: Aww, come on! We can do it if we try...

Aventador: No we can't. THERE ISN'T ENOUGH-

599: *starts engine*

Aventador: Great now I can't hear the TV!

599: Come on, just 5 minutes. I need something to look at too!

Aventador: That's not gonna work goddamn it!

599: I'll make the first move.

Aventador: No, don't-!!

*SCRAAAAAAPE*

599: Uhh...oops?

Aventador: ...

599: I'm sorry. You...you okay?

Aventador: You know what? Fuck it. *Hits reverse, crashes out of window*

599: Aww...that's the third friend I've lost this week. :(