Dante: So, you make any friends yet?

Dominic: No.

Dante: Why not?

Dominic: I think I've made it abundantly clear that I don't like interacting with other people and my face looks like this.

Dante: You're making a big deal out of a little problem.

Dominic: Oh yes because I can make loads of friends with my personality alone.

Dante: No you have a terrible personality.

Dominic: I was being sarcastic.

Dante: I know.

Dominic:*growl*

Dante: Alright alright. Look can you just try and be a regular person? Maybe you can get a girlfriend like me.

Dominic: Whatever.

Dante: Excellent. Now go on!

Dante pushes his brother but not knowing his own strength, he shoved him across the hall and down a flight of stairs

Dominic: AAAAHH!! AH! OUGH! AH! F*CK! F*CK!! F*CKING DAMMIT!! C*CK!! AH!!

Dante: Oh...*runs away*

Dominic: OW! AH! GAAHH!!DAMMIT I HATE THESE STAIRS!!

Dominic lays on the floor groaning in pain