Making a sword

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- Hey! Morning sunshine!

- ... What the hell are you doing here? - growls

- Huh? Did you say something? I can't hear youuuuu - he looks around. - What are you up to?

- Nothing. I try to do something.

- What? Build a bronze statue? - laughs

- No, you idiot... Make a sword.

- Oh, okay, this is ... WHAT?! You're trying to make a fucking sword?!

- Yeah, what's the problem?

- Believe me, if you've got a sword, I will not have problems with you never again... Also you're like a fucking watering-can, so... - he shrugs. - By the way, why would you want a sword?

- You know, if someone comes to bother me when I'm doing something, I can always stab him, and then he will think about it before coming to fuck me again...

- Okay, okay, I get it. I'll be quiet. I'll be like a tomb.

- I can stab corpses too.

- ...

- I mean it.

- Right, you have a point.

(...)

- Uhm, honey...

- What now!?

- Can I has sword?

- ...

- Please?

- No. Get the fuck out, noob.

ROUND 1: Draw a picture of 1,20 meters.

Fucking sword: 1 - Me: 0

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