M a l k (But it's Sy, Whits and Updike AGAIN-)

Whitty: Hey Updike, you got anything to drink?

Updike: Yeah in the fridge.

Sy: Hey Updike, uh- grab me a glass of malk

Updike: We don't have any malk but I can give you some milk.

Whitty: That's what she just said-

Sy: Yeah I just want some malk.

Updike: Nah your saying it wrong you're saying "MALK" like its a disease.

Whitty: How do you say it?

Updike: I'm saying it the way everyone oughtta know how to say it milk M-I-L-K.

Whitty: Right like 2%!

Sy: Like whole malk.

Updike: Nonononono say milkshake.

Sy: "...Milkshake."

Updike: Ok now say milk.

Sy: "...M a l k."

Updike, confused as crap: Are you hearing this?

Whitty: Yeah! The furry wants a glass of molk!

Updike: Molk?!

Whitty: Give her the molk, Updike!

(Ryder, Sy's dad walks in)

Ryder: Whitty, inside voices please.

Whitty: Sorry, sir-

(Ryder left the room)

Sy: UPDIKE, POUR ME A GLASS OF MALK!

Updike: Why are you yelling at me?!

Whitty: Just give her the freaking molk!

Updike: You guys aren't even saying the same thing!

Sy: WE'RE ALL SAYING MALK, UPDIKE!!

Updike: NO YOUR SAYING MALK!! YOUR SAYING M-

Sy: MAAAAAALK!

Whitty: MOOOOOOLK!

Sy: MAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLKKK!

Whitty: MOOOOOOOOOOLK!

Sy: MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALK-!!

Updike: SHUT UP! SHUT. UP!!! (He points a gun to his head)

(Whitty and Sy take out guns as well and point it at Updike-)

Whitty: You better put it down!

Sy: Don't- don't do it Updike!

Updike: YOUR GONNA SHOOT ME IF I SHOOT MYSELF?! THAT DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE!!

(Sy and Whitty look at each other then point their guns at each other)

Whitty: UPDIKE, PUT IT DOWN NOW!!

Updike: PUT YOUR GUNS AWAAAY!!

Sy: UPDIKE, PUT IT DOWN PLEASE!!

Updike: I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF OVER THIS!!

Whitty: YOUR LIKE A BROTHER TO ME!!!

Sy: PUT THE GUN DOWN!!

Whitty: YOUR HAND IS LIKE A BROTHER TO ME!! (Starts crying-)

Sy: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

(Three hours earlier)

Sy, on the phone with Updike: And then after that, we pull the trigger. All of us.

Updike: What? No, we're not doing anything like that!

(HE'S LITERALLY EXPERIMENTING ON WHITTY AT THE MOMENT THEY'RE ON A CALL-)


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