DISCLAIMER: This story does not use any names of the MCA/Renaissance Pictures/TPTB characters that we all love so much. So, in a way, I shouldnt even have to write a disclaimer, but, what the heck...I will give them back, I always do!
There is no bad language, no violence, not much of anything considered to be questionable by those who are always looking for that kind of stuff. And it is very short. As is often the case with those who are together for a long time, it is hard to tell them apart. They sound alike, think alike, act alike, and that is the object of this short, short story. Can you tell who is who? Or is it whom is whom? [Visualize smirky grin here.]
This work is copyrighted by the Author. August, 2000
As always, you can reach me at TOWANDABABE@AOL.COM
"I want you to stop doing that."
"What? Stop doing what?"
"What youre doing, its irritating me."
"Well, excuse me, what side of the bedroll did you get up on this morning?"
"Dont get smart, just stop."
"I still dont know what you want me to stop."
"You are not funny! Just stop!"
"Nope. Whatever Im doin thats so irritating Im gonna keep doin, til you tell me what it is thats irritating you."
"How can you say youre gonna keep doin it, if you dont know what youre doin?
"Well, how can you tell me to stop something if you wont tell me what it is you want me to stop?"
"You should know that what youre doin is irritating. Youve been around me long enough to know what I like and what I dont."
"I am not a mindreader."
"HA! So you finally admit there is something you arent able to do!"
" How do you know I dont just choose not to be a mindreader?"
"I should have known youd weasel out of that one."
"I dont weasel."
"You are a world class weaseler."
"Thats not a word."
"How would you know?"
"I never heard of anyone using that word."
"Just cause you never heard it doesnt mean it isnt a word!"
"Who cares. This is stupid."
"Dont tell me Im stupid!"
"Who said youre stupid?"
"You did, just now."
"Get over it, I never said such a thing."
"Did so. Dont tell me what I heard."
"Why not, youre always telling me what to do, what to think, where to go, how to get there."
"I think youre wrong. Its Am not."
"Who cares. I dont."
"Thats the problem. You dont care. You never care."
"You are really something. Now you say I dont care."
" Cause you dont."
"Well, I dont know why you would say that."
"I calls em like I sees em."
"I care a lot."
"But you never show it."
"How can you say that? I show you every night! Sometimes more than once!"
"Oh sure, crawl into my bedroll...mess around a little...then go to sleep."
"So now what, you want me to mess around a little during the day, too?"
"It would be nice."
"Would that show you that I care?"
"So, wanna mess around a little?"
"Yeah, right now, right here."
"No, I have a headache."
"A headache! When did you get a headache?"
"When you started irritating me with what you were doin."
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