• One day, I (Mr. Green, otherwise known as mrgreen ) was hanging out with my good friend, Gabriel. We (mostly me) like to debate often, especially about things that are important in the world.

    "What are you talking about," I said, my giant smile concealing hidden cunning. "Megan Fox is WAY hotter than Shia LaBeouf." I'm almost certain that Gabriel will fall right into my trap.

    "What the... What the heck are you talking about! I say that torture shouldn't be used to get information from possible terrorists, and your rebuttal is Megan Fox is more attractive than Shia LaBeouf?"

    "Of course." Perfect. He fell for it, hook, line, and sinker.

    Gabriel looked annoyed (Excellent, I thought to myself) and rubbed his skull. "Well, in that case, I have to disagree . One, no, LaBeouf is much hotter. Two, you're terrible at this."

    "Sure, believe what you want." I said while rubbing my slightly clean chin, feeling superior to him in every way. "I'll tell you what, Gabriel, if you admit that I'm better than you, I might get you some ice cream later today. How about it?"

    "And stop calling me Gabriel, my name is Jim. Also, stop following me around the grocery store, I don't even know you and my wife is getting nervous!"

    "Oh, how is the old gal?" I asked. He stomped off, muttering something about moving as far away as possible... or something like that. I wasn't paying attention, as Gabriel usually does that. Oh well, I guess I'll talk to him in the vegetable aisle tomorrow.