Writer: So tell me a story.
Writer: I’m bored.
Jon: Doesn’t this work the other way ’round?
Writer: Normally? Nope. *tosses popcorn at him* Entertain me!
Jon: You just want the TV remote.
Writer: You’re watching American Idol. *pause* American Idol reruns.
Jon: *settles into couch happily*
Writer: I’m not watching this, now gimme.
Jon: *sits on remote* Make me.
Writer: You are the most annoying fictive I’ve ever met.
Jon: Ha! Victory is mine!
Writer: … You are never allowed to watch Family Guy again.
Jon: My remote, my rules.
Writer: Dogs! Help me!
Dogs: *amused doggie grins*
Writer: I hate you all.
Jon: November is going to rock. *channel surfs using the annoying ‘if I hear more than one syllable I’ve paused too long’ method*
Writer: … *whimper*