“Dad! My bike is broken!”

“Lucy, you're going to have to bring it to me so I can see what’s wrong.”

“But it’s broken!”

“I can’t come out right now to look at it, so you have to bring it to me!”

Grunt. Pant. Shuffle, shuffle. Scrape! Lug. Plonk!

“Phew! Okay, I brought it!” Pant. Pant.

“Oh. Well, it looks like you have a flat.”

“A FLAT!! My bike will never be the same again! It’s all for ruin!”

“What!? No! A flat is an easy fix! No worries! Chill!”

“Oh. Ok. Please fix it!”

“Can you get me my pump?”

“Where?”

“On that shelf.”

“Ok.”

Pad, pad, pad. Jump. Clatter! Clunk!

“Uh, hey! Be careful with that!”

Clatter! Lug. Drag. Scrape!

“Okay!” Pant! “Here it is.”

“Ahhh eighhhhh. Ok. Let me fix it.”

Fumble. Click! Fwoosh! Hisss! Fwoosh! Hisss! Fwoosh! Hissssssss.

“There ye be! Broken, now fixed!”

“Thanks!”

Clack. Wobble, wobble. Whrrrrrrrr, zoom!

“Whoahh! It’s so fast now!”

Whrrrrrrrrr! Vroom!

“Uh oh! AGHHHHHHHHHHH!”

CRASH! Clatter!

“You’re kidding.”

“DAD!!!! My bike is broken!”

“Why did you do it, huh?”

“What do you mean why did I do it? And clarify on what I did.”

“What did you do? Are you kidding!? You started an intergalactic war!”

“I did? Hold on, this is new information.”

“You didn’t notice that you started an intergalactic war?”

“I had no idea. And to be honest, I still don’t. Also, what did I do again?”

“You really don’t know.”

“I don’t. Please tell me. I’m dying here.”

“You’re dying!? Why didn’t you tell me!?”

“No! I’m not dying! I’m dying to know!”

“Oh! You really should have clarified.”

“What did I do???!!!”

“Umm…. I don’t think I should tell you.”

“WHY???”

“Well, it was really bad.”

“Apparently, if it started an intergalactic war!”

“Hey! Don’t yell at me!”

“Just tell me!”

“No!”

“Why!?”

“It was bad!”

“We’re just circling the drain now.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind.”

“By the way, I was kidding about you starting an intergalactic war.”

“WHAT??!!!”

“You should see your face! And also, the only thing you ever did was be an annoying person.”

“I despise you. No. Scratch that. I loathe you.”

“No worries. The feeling is mutual.”