(Okay, so Bret and Shawn have been locked in the boss’ office until they settle their differences and make up from their feud from Survivor series. The computer is still online, there are cookies, water, and coffee on a small table. There is also a very soft couch under a hideous picture of Victoria just piss off the two guys. How long will the last?)

I hate this.
Me too. I say, I just kill you by breaking that pot of coffee and survive this on my own.
(Shawn confused) Then you couldn’t get out.
…..shut up! (Bret sits at the computer and goes on you tube for the next few hours for entertainment)
Bret, why do you hate me so?
……(long cold stare)….you’re so stupid.
I just want to know.
You’re obsessed with your hair, your chest hair gives me nightmares, your voice is creepy, you have overly happy hearts sewn to the back of your pants, you betrayed me, and…..I’m not Christian!
GASP!......(looks down, lifts up shirt and looks at belly hair)…..(looks up with sad face). Can I check my email?
No
Why?
Because.
Why?
Because.
Is it cause your old?
……no
You sure?
Shawn, if you don’t shut up, I’ll beat the crap out of you!
Are you going to beat me with your cane, old man?
(stands up looking menacing)….You…die….now……(walks slow randomly)
:::Oh, God, he looks so good that way…….AH!! Homosexuality! Sinful thoughts! Must eLIMinate, now!!!::: (crazy spasm and crashes into the wall and twitches on the ground)
(Bret stands over him confused)…Uh….(kicks)
….merarearar….MUFFINS!!!! (More scary spasms)
(Bret watches scared that he himself will die due to Shawn’s randomness) Shawn, Shawn, SHAWN!!!
(Shawn gets out from the cabinet under the sink) yes?
Are you quite finished?
Yes. Yes I am.
(Bret gets a tight feeling in his jeans)…Hold on….what?! Hang on! Why are you torturing us? How did we even get in here anyway?
Because I’m the writer and what I say goes!
Liar!!! Shawn slaps himself OW!!! I want to get out of here!
Finish the story!
What do we do to finish this then?
Make out on the desk and you can go.
……no……(looks at Shawn)
(Shawn shrugs)
I…hate…you! (Grabs Shawn and presses his lips to Shawn. After a little while, tongue action happens and it ends with Shawn on the desk as how the writer intended. Unfortunately, Mr. Bossman walks in to let them out and ends up with a psychologist on speed dial).