Sammy: ooOOoo, a fight! *climbs down from pile* this ought to be good. hey god, can you poof up some popcorn.
Sable: *slightly inebriated* yeah yeah, sure. *snap*
Sammy: Thanks. *munch munch munch* how many drinks you gonna have anyways?
Sable: *slightly more inebriated* as many as i want. *hic* you can't tell me what to do.
Sammy: you're weird.
Sable: Fuck you.