"Bret, you bastard, get back over here!" Mike stood up and ran over to Bret. But Bret quickly got up from his seat and ran away. "I don't want your itch!"
"What fucking itch, you bastard don't be spouting lies!" As Mike and Bret ran around the table Blake and the rest all burst out laughing. He wanted everyone who worked towards his goals to be like these two. Such good friends that they could act like this, and there would be no hard feelings after.
"Ahh, you bastard! Get your hand out of my mouth!" Bret yelled out as Mike shoved his fingers in his mouth. Only then did Mike let him go and snort.
"Next time watch your mouth! How am I supposed to get a wife if you are spouting lies!?" Mike sat down and wiped his fingers off. He had a look of disgust on his face. "When was the last time you brushed your teeth!? Do you really think an elf girl will fancy a man with rotting teeth!?"
