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“It’s mine!” Danny yelled, holding the remote tightly in his hands.

“Give it to me!!” Tom said, lying next to Danny on the floor. “Or else!”

“Or else what?!” Danny grinned, still clutching on tightly to the remote.

“Or else I’ll sit on you!” Tom slowly stood up, leaving Danny lying on the floor.

“Sit on me?! You’d kill me!”

“I know, pity eh?”

“You wouldn’t dare sit on me!”

“Wanna bet?”

“Yeah I do actual- AHHHHHRRRGG!! GET HIM OFF!! GET HIM OFF!!!”

“Not until you give me the remote!”

“Never!!”

“Then you shall feel the indestructible weight of the Tom-inator!”

“I can’t breathe!”

“Give me the remote!”

“NO!!”

There was a silence.

“Danny?” Tom prodded him in the chest slowly.

Danny didnÂ’t move. His eyes remained shut and his body motionless.

“OH MY GOD!” I screamed, “YOU KILLED DANNY!!”

“YOU BASTARD!!” Harry yelled.

For a brief second, we both looked at each other and grinned.

“What am I going to do?!” Tom was panicking now, clearly not noticing that Danny’s mouth was turning up at the corners. “I don’t want to go to prison!!”

“Well for starters, you could get off him,” Harry said dryly.

Tom instantly jumped off DannyÂ’s chest.

“Try giving him the kiss of life,” I threw in, helpfully of course.

To this day, IÂ’m still not too sure who on the bus was more surprised that Tom actually DID attempt to give Danny CPR. My moneyÂ’s on Danny, although IÂ’m just going on his reaction, which was a scream of horror as soon as TomÂ’s lips met his, not to mention his eyes opening and him throwing the remote at Tom.

“Take it, take it!!” Danny sobbed, curling up in the corner, looking like a broken man, “My lips have been soiled! I am tainted! Oh woe is me! Alas, alack!”



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