"I need you to hand me the bullets so I can put them in the gun so we both don't DIE!"
"No way! Why don't you give me the gun?"
"Because there's no way I'm trusting a little kid to fight off a group of zombies. Now give me the bullets Joey!"
Joey looks down at the bullets lying in the palm of his hands.
"Nah."
"JOEY!"
There's a loud bang. The zombies are getting closer. They'll catch up to them soon and they'll both be dead if they don't sort out their problems.
"Joey if you give me the bullets, I'll let you stay up past your bedtime tonight. I won't tell mom and dad I promise."
"Liar! You're lying to me Carly and I'm not falling for it!"
Joey looks towards the window of the old shack they've been hiding in.
"Woah look a zombie! That's the coolest thing I've ever seen!"
While Joey's still distracted, Carly quickly snatches the bullets out of his hand.
"Hey, give those back!"
BOOM! The zombies are dead.
"Hey what'd you do that for?"
"Joey let's just go home now."
Carly stands and puts out her hand to help Joey up.
"Nah."
I love the "nah" as the denial of the bullets. Zombies are coming, and he's all like, "nah."
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