*Tension trembles.*




"We're lost," she says.

"No we're not," he says

"Fine. You're lost."

"No I'm not."

"Fine. Then where are we? Hmmm?"

"I refuse to answer that question because whatever I say may be held against me."

sigh.... "We're lost...."

"We are not!"

"Fine. You're lost."

"I. Am. Not. Lost."

"Then tell me where we are - and don't give me that I refuse to answer crap."

"Okay, then I just plead the fifth."

"You never listen to me!"

"Yes I do! I'm listening right now!"

"Then go to that gas station over there and listen to someone giving you directions so we can get out of here!"

"Don't need to."

"Yea, right. Idiot."

"Bitch."

"Baldy."

"Frigid."

"Unsatisfying."

"Whiner."

"Oh, just admit you're lost."

"Can't. I'm not lost."

Sigh.... "Men!"

Sigh.... "Women!."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Whatever."

"Pfft. I'm done," he says.

"Hmpff. You're lost," she says.


*Silence surrounds.*