Second Floor Hallway

"Nope. You will have to blast off your shoe."

"How will that fill my stomach? Are you implying that I should eat my shoe?"

Clyde sighed. "No, blast the shoe off then go gte some food!"

"I don't feel like walking all the way down there. It hurts too much."

And so five minutes later Clyde returned, and handed his friend a ruby red apple.

"You're a true brother."

Clyde sighed. "Just blast off the stupid shoe."

"It's alright now." Wallace tossed the apple from hand to hand.

Clyde rolled his eyes. "You really are crazy, aren't you?"

"And who are you calling crazy? Rapist."

"... I didn't... I tripped!" Clyde practically [Spelling? I'm kinda tired today] yelled the last word.

"Nonetheless!" Wallace chirped.

Clyde slasher smiled and took the apple away from Wallace, stepping out of his reach.

"CLYDE! YOU TRAITOR! YOU JUDAS ISCARIOT!"

"A judas... what?"

"And you're the smart one."

"I'm the one controlled by a clueless author I'm the one with the apple."

[CULTURE! Even if you don't belong to something you should study the mythology of it!]

Wallace let out a whine.

Clyde sighed. "Just please don't go yelling about it anymore." Clyde dropped the apple in Wallace's lap.

"Oops." He took a large bite out of the apple. It made a wonderful crunch.

"That apple sounds delicious."

"Oh, it is."

"...I should have grabbed two."

"It's your loss."

"So, did you ever make up with Amanda?"