Jeron stared at Kyle, who seemed lost in thought. Jeron hated interrupting his train of thought. Truth be told, he hated the same old debate about ‘derailing trains’ and what-not.
“I think I may have an idea!”
“You do?” Jeron scratched his head.
“I think i know how to find death, and defeat it!”
“How?”
“We have to die!”
“Well that’s just the stupidest thing, I think, you’ve ever said.” Jeron threw his hands up.
“I know,”
“But it makes perfect sense!”
“I know,”
Jeron frowned, “So, if i kill you, won’t I get in trouble or something.”
“I don’t want to DIE .. DIE! You know. I mean, SORTA die!” Kyle gave Jeron a shot in the arm, “You’d kill me? Like seriously kill me!?”
“Well, you said…” Jeron’s thought derailed with an exasperated sigh, “How do you ‘SORTA’ die, Kyle?”
“Hmm. Coma?”
“You want to go into a coma?”
“I really haven’t thought all of this through, have I?”
“Nuh-uh! It’s a stupid idea!”
“What if I put YOU in a coma!”
“ME?!”
“Ya.”
“Are you out of your frackin’ mind!?”
Silence.
“I got nothing!”