(They're at a charity fundraiser, and you have to sing to raise money)

Pit: Sing Ike.

Ike: No.

Pit: Please?

Ike: No.

Pit: Why?

Ike: Because I said no. No means No. ;)

Pit: But.....

Ike: No buts. :P

Pit: But you're a good singer though....

Ike: I sing as good as a garbage composer.

Pit: I'm not that good either....

Ike: Sure you are. You sing like an angel. No pun intended. (Ike approves this message.)

Pit: Wow......

Ike: I said no pun intended.
Announcer person: Ok, in 5 minutes we need a singer from the...fewpeople who showed up to do it. :L

Ike: Ok...Pit you go.

Pit: Wha- No!!

Ike: Yes. I'm not going.

Pit: Then why did you come?

Ike: I don't know...maybe because someone literally tricked me into thinking this was a sword fighting competition. #mad face.

Pit: Do you want to leave?

Ike: Yes, I do.

Pit: Ok!

Ike: I thought you wanted to do this...?

Pit: I wanted to hear you sing!

Ike: You should've known that wasn't going to happen.

Pit: I had hope!

Ike: Yeah, like hope does anything in situations like this. *Sighs* Let's go home!