I can't Hurt You - Marcus Lopez Arguello

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Right now we were looking for things we could build a ramp out of. We had already made one and watched Saya jump off it, but she insisted on making it bigger.

"So what, mass extinction?" Marcus asked.

Did I forget to mention we started another dumb conversation on the end of the world?

"World can't support 5 billion people. That's some science shit." Chico stated.

"7." I replied still looking through all the old junk in the confiscation room.

"What?" Chico asked.

"7 billion people. The world can't support 7 billion people, you mean." I corrected, finally turning to look at him.

I knew he hated to be corrected, but what did I care?

"Dio!" Jaden said excitedly pulling out a random film from one of the boxes he was searching.

"All hail Satan." Saya said in an unamused way.

"All I'm saying is, with the amount of fossil fuel we're guzzling... humans got 50 years till it's 'Mad Max' time." Chico said as he launched an arrow from a bow and arrow he was inspecting for a couple minutes before.

"Hey, Petra already has costume for ending of world." Viktor laughed as if it was funny.

Petra suddenly stood up from her sitting position on the floor and took her knife out. Saya pulled her wrist back before she could step any further and kill Viktor.

"Oh..." Viktor said quietly as he stepped back.

"Stabbing him will not make him any less of an asshole." Saya said still holding onto Petra.

"What did I say?" Viktor acted clueless.

Just then, Chico kneeled down and stuffed an old DVD into a stereo he had found. It played 'In Between Days' by The Cures, something I'd heard a lot while growing up.

"It appears you have one redeeming quality." Marcus said to Chico as Chico stood up.

"The rank and vile discovers 'The Head on the Door' and suddenly they deserve our praise?" Petra asked sarcastically.

"He could have put on Julio Iglesias." Marcus defended, not putting even a hint of Hispanic accent in the name.

"Julio Iglesias." I repeated the name the way it should be pronounced.

"I don't speak much Spanish." He justified.

"I got that, white boy." I said teasingly.

Marcus put his hand on his chest with his mouth open and his eyebrows scrunched up, acting like he was offended making me laugh.

"Name one Cure B-side." Petra demanded Chico as she stepped closer to him.

"You got your B-side right here." Chico said grabbing, what I can only assume, is his two inch dick.

"Think I made my point." Petra said before walking away from Chico.

Chico walked away too, with an amused look on his face, before picking up a tape.

"This is my little bro's favorite album." Chico said looking at the tape he had in his hand.

"He's got good taste." Marcus said, searching through the boxes in front of him.

"Had taste." Chico said sadly.

"Oh, I didn't know." Marcus said as he looked up.

It was all he really could say.