I saw Drake sitting in the main room on the couch i silently walked up behind him and kicked him in the head. "owwww what the fuck was that for!?" he screamed at me. "because i felt like it, and you stole my fucking scythe!" i replied. He stood up and got ready to fight back. "damn it why is it we always end up fighting" he asked me. "Because you just love to fight, and you always fucking cause them" i told him. "So where is my scythe?! i want it back now!" i shouted angrily. I grabbed his hair and smacked his head into the back of the couch about 4 times. "ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! i'll fucking tell you" he shouted. "Good you had better" i said smacking his head one last time before letting go of his dark hair. He stood there for a moment or two rubbing his head "You know it hurts like a bitch when you do that" he said "I know it hurts, why do you think i do it?" i answered with a question as he went to get my scythe.