Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon into the Evening
There was an air of menace hanging over the common room. An eau de danger, if you please. As if dust particles should be floating around and very masculine man in large hats and spurs should move into view to do battle at any moment.
Instead, Jeff ambled into the room, holding a stack of DVDs close to his body. "You are not beating me," he informed his opponent firmly. "I am the king of these movies."
Andrew snorted and hugged his own stack of DVDs closer to his side. Reaching up to adjust his sunglasses he replied, "You may be the king of those movies, but they are of a lesser kingdom - a kingdom with rocky soil where everyone herd scrawy sheep and eats tiny potatoes and stuff. My movies are the stuff of legend. Empires rise and fall at the whim of these films."
"That's not true," Jeff countered, gesturing wildly, "Mine have empires too, and they've got puppies in them! And naked women screaming. And really big monsters who can eat your head and still return back home in time for supper. Legends are built on these movies! Legends of globules chasing girls into cars that explode under the force of a million killer potatoes! Your films are no match for the killer potatoes."
"My films are going to rain down phytophthora infestans on your film." He nodded, trying to exude an air of cool. "That's, um, potato blight," he added.
Jeff just pointed a warning finger in his face. They sat down on the couch. It was weirdly coordinated.
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Instead, Jeff ambled into the room, holding a stack of DVDs close to his body. "You are not beating me," he informed his opponent firmly. "I am the king of these movies."
Andrew snorted and hugged his own stack of DVDs closer to his side. Reaching up to adjust his sunglasses he replied, "You may be the king of those movies, but they are of a lesser kingdom - a kingdom with rocky soil where everyone herd scrawy sheep and eats tiny potatoes and stuff. My movies are the stuff of legend. Empires rise and fall at the whim of these films."
"That's not true," Jeff countered, gesturing wildly, "Mine have empires too, and they've got puppies in them! And naked women screaming. And really big monsters who can eat your head and still return back home in time for supper. Legends are built on these movies! Legends of globules chasing girls into cars that explode under the force of a million killer potatoes! Your films are no match for the killer potatoes."
"My films are going to rain down phytophthora infestans on your film." He nodded, trying to exude an air of cool. "That's, um, potato blight," he added.
Jeff just pointed a warning finger in his face. They sat down on the couch. It was weirdly coordinated.
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