pt 15: MAD, BAD, FLINT

Scampi: You, Peter, have never read anything by Gumilev. You are like a nightmare that takes place on Gladstone Avenue in a foreign language.

 

Peter: I am in the bath. I am taking no note of this invective.

 

Scampi: You are like a girl sitting outside a butcher shop in September wishing she wasn’t too mad to cry. Except the opposite.

 

Peter: Sometimes, you don’t make any sense at all. When this happens, I prefer to absent myself.

 

Scampi: You sellout piece of shit.

 

Peter: I’m not listening.

 

Scampi: Due to hearsay, I am aware that Gumilev also wrote a poem about a giraffe. You’ll never guess what it’s called.

 

Peter: I hate guessing.

 

Scampi: This is because you are a sore loser.

 

PETER IS NOT LISTENING.

 

Scampi: People with inflated notions of themselves that do not appropriately correspond to materiel/other success are often sore losers. This is a fact.

 

Peter: Oh really?

 

Scampi: Yes. It is in the dictionary.

 

Peter: Which one?

 

Scampi: You have never seen a dictionary, and wouldn’t know anything about it.

 

Peter: I give up.

 

Scampi: Don’t think I mistake the flint in your voice for something [exhaustion/depression/general irritable nature] else. Everyone gives up on me.

 

Peter: It’s hard to imagine why.

 

Scampi: I believe that people give up on me due to your lack of imagination.

 

Peter: [THIS PORTION OF WHAT PETER BELIEVES HAS BEEN CENSORED BECAUSE IT IS TOO BLEAK. IT IS AS BLEAK AS A HOUSE]

 

Scampi: Maybe you don’t absorb enough vitamin C.

 

Peter: Sometimes, I wish I had never met you.

 

Scampi: So what.

 

Peter: Stop mis-hearing me.

 

Scampi: I know what you meant.

 

Peter: I just pointed out that it’s past your normal bedtime. You’re tired.

 

Scampi: I hate you.

 

Peter: Don’t talk to me like that.

 

Scampi: I hate fighting with you.

 

Peter: You need to calm down.

 

Scampi: How come your eyes are every single colour?

 

Peter: They’re hazel.

 

Scampi: Freaky.

 

Peter: We should spend less time together.

 

Scampi: Someday, there will be no Peter, and no Scampi, and we won’t have a choice.

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