A shout. A sandwich on the floor. Pout.
A scream.
"It wasn't my fault."
"You threw it there. Halt!"
"It was an accident, my friend."
"Don't lie. I saw you throw it. With that cigarette in hand."
"You saw wrong, I'm sorry to say. I'll take my leave now. Good day."
"You're going nowhere, my enemy, not until I see you pick it up. Now get on your knees and pick up that tasty muck."
"It was out of my control. I meant no offence. Here, take this money. It's for you to take, no lend."
"Fine, I forgive you. But don't do it again. You're lucky I'm a nice person."
"I am indeed my friend."
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