a summer's day

STEVE: What did you say?

STAN : I said nothing.

STEVE: Why did you say that?

STAN : No reason.

STEVE: If you've nothing to say, say nothing.

STAN : Nothing.

STEVE: There you go again. What did I just tell you?

STAN : To say nothing.

STEVE: That's right. To say nothing.

STAN : And?

STEVE: And nothing. What did you say?

STAN : Nothing.

STEVE: Nothing. Exactly.

STAN : And?

STEVE: And nothing.

STAN : Nothing what?

STEVE: What?

STAN : Nothing.

STEVE: There you go again. What did I just tell you?

STAN : Nothing.

STEVE: You said nothing. Not me.

STAN : What?

STEVE: Nothing.

STAN : How is it that I can't say nothing but you can go around

squawking nothing till the cows come home.

STEVE: I didn't.

STAN : Didn't what?

STEVE: Say it.

STAN : Say what?

STEVE: Nothing.

STAN : There you go again.

STEVE: If you keep telling me to say nothing, I'm going to say

nothing.

STAN : Go ahead, I dare you.

STEVE: You dare me?

STAN : Yep. In fact, I double dare you.

STEVE: Ha!

STAN : Just try it. Say nothing again and see what happens.

STEVE: See what happens? What's gonna happen?

STAN : You'll see.

STEVE: What will I see exactly?

STAN : You'll see.

STEVE: I'll see?

STAN : Yep.

STEVE: You're all talk - a big bag of hot air. I know exactly

what'll happen.

STAN : You do?

STEVE: Yep.

STAN : What?

STEVE: Nothing.

STAN : What?

STEVE: Nothing.

With that, Stan tore a leg from the table and hit Steve smack in the middle of his kisser, right on the money. Steve hit the deck like a sack of death and began convulsing and contorting on the floor like a computer suicide. Some blood escaped from Steve's mouth and gathered in a puddle-like fashion on the linoleum floor.

STAN : What was that?

STEVE: Nothing

Steve, being as dead as a doornail, continued to say nothing.

STAN : Goddamnit. There you go again. One more time, that's all I

ask.

STEVE: Nothing.

Stan finally lost his poor little mind and turned into a complete nut. He began chewing on the table leg. He was halfway through when a large splint of wood somehow found its way to his heart and finished him off good and proper. His death rattle was choked into nothingness by the wooden creature lodged in his gullet. Steve and Stan both lay there on the floor, one dripping blood, the other dripping wood. Nothing more could be done, so nothing more need be said.