Mitchel: HAH! FUCKING CALLED IT! Pay up Bruce, and don't try to pull a fast one, I want my $15 from earlier, and the $15 for winning.
Bruce: This shouldn't count. He was interupted half way into asking her.
Mitchel: The bet was if he was going to freeze or not. No other stipulations on if he actually finished asking.
Ryan: When you two morons are done arguing, can you help me get off the ground? Or at least throw me my shoe over there?
Mitchel: Whoops, sorry man.
Bruce: Yeah, for real, that was a real bummer. I was kind of hoping you would succeed, even if it was so you could stop pining over her.
Ryan: Stupid Trevon. Who just barges there way into the middle of a conversation to steal my thunder?
Bruce: Apparently he does.
Ryan: And what gives him the right? What does he have that I don't?
Mitchel: He's on the basketball team, is a foot taller than you and is hung like a horse.
Bruce: How would you know that last part.
Mitchel: We're both on the basketball team. We use the lockers.
Bruce: Heh, Gay.
Mitchel: Oh like you've never seen a dick in any porno you watch? Grow up man.
Ryan: This is just the typical Cumming's "Irish luck", where not only do we fail, but nature decides to kick me in the groin while I'm down.
Bruce: Look man, yeah Trevon stole your thunder, yeah it was some bad luck, but It's not like lost your dignity or anything.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Bruce: Wow....Maybe you are cursed.
Mitchel: Sprinkler system too? Must be a real fire.