Kelly (on laptop): Hey ... I've SEEN that surgery itinerary before ... O_O
Cotterpin (stares at Spike as he still snores): His mouth's bigger than that dog's....
Kelly: Hey, Cotterpin, do me a favor -- do you have any doozer sticks lying around? I'd like to try some. *drools over the ketchup and mustard ones*
Cotterpin: Why don't YOU go get some?
Kelly: But I need a snack ... *pouts*
Cotterpin (completely immune to whining): THAT sounds like a PERSONAL problem.
Kelly: PLEEEEEEEEAAAAASSSSEEE?
Cotterpin (frowns): I'm NOT your errand-girl!
Kelly (turns to Cotterpin): No, you're my roommate ... roommates are supposed to help each other. I've been teaching you computers. I've been getting your scooter repaired --.
Cotterpin: Hmph! You're the reason it's broken in the FIRST place!
Kelly (angrily): No, I'm NOT! YOU'RE the one who can't drive worth squat!
Cotterpin (cups hands over mouth): I FELL OFF OF A DOOZER BRIDGE!
Kelly (still angry): So? How's that MY problem?
Cotterpin (sighs exasperatedly): WHO PUT THAT HOLE IN THE WALL?
Kelly (points at Spike)
Cotterpin (rolls eyes): Buck-passer. *shakes head* Still, YOU'RE the one who invited him. So, you ARE the one at fault. I should sue. *giggles*
*long pause*
Kelly (goes back to typing): Cotterpin, we're friends, right?
Cotterpin: ... I guess so? You ARE strange, though.
Kelly: And Spike's a good friend, right?
Cotterpin (unsure): Uh ....
Kelly (sighs): And Cait, Digit, Waldo, Ed ... even Chamberlain ... they're cool, right?
Cotterpin: ...
Spike (now awake in bed): Can't you guys stay quiet? A male needs his beauty sleep, ya know.
Cotterpin (smacks his snout): Better get back to sleep then, pronto. *to Kelly* You know, we JUST met, right? You should still give it a chance.
Kelly (sighs)
Spike (rolls eyes, smirks): She could stay at Da Tavern on da Swamp. Not a lotta room, but you two don't exactly take up a lotta space anyway.
Kelly: No, I don't want to go to Pangaea, Spike. Too many unresolved issues there, what with Mizumi sticking her nose into everything. I'd like to avoid meeting her, if at all possible.
Spike (gets up and walks over to computer desk, patting the top of Kelly's head): Look, toots ... ya wanted us ... ya got us. Ya needed us ... we showed. Ya made new friends ... even the ugly ones ... but ya like dat sorta t'ing. So, what's wit' all da depression?
Kelly (shrugs): Mood swing?
Spike (running fingers through her hair): C'mon. Ya got da blues ... Howlin' J's da way ta go. You need ta club-hop ... get away from all dis stuff and hang out somewhere.
Kelly: I don't know --.
Spike (grabs crystal ball)
Kelly: Hey! Give that back!
Spike: Sorry, toots ... dis is for your own good ... *twists crystal ball in his hand* I wish we were somewhere we could PART-AY.
*all three roomies vanish into thin air*