"Wee-woo."

"Zack, shut up."

"Cloudy! You have to guess what I am!"

"A fire truck. Now shove it."

"Aw, you got it. Now let's try something else!"

Must not punch him. Must not punch him. "Let's not." I said, rubbing my temples. I looked over my shoulder at the clock and saw that it was only three. Can time go any slower?

"Please Cloudy? For me?" Zack said, crawling into my lap and looking up through his eyelashes with large, blue eyes. God. This was the same way he got me into this idiotic game.

"Are you sure you're the older one?" I muttered.

"Clou-"

"Call me Cloudy again and there is no way I'll play." I warned, glared for the extra effect.

"B-but, Spikey!" Zack exclaimed, wrapping his arms around my neck and managing to pin me to the ground in the process. "It's fun to play!"

"In your opinion." I muttered, pushing myself, and a rather disappointed looking Zack, back up. He looked at me with the most pitiful look I have ever seen on his face and sighed. "Moo." I muttered.

"Oh! You're a cow!" Zack said snapping his fingers.

No. Of course I'm not a cow. I'm a fucking duck. I thought. "Yes." I said.