"Well, old sport." Started Gatsby.
"Do you ever talk to me without saying old sport?" Questioned Nick in a very Nick way that screamed of the 20s.
"What do you mean, old sport?"
"THAT, THAT RIGHT FUCKING THERE" Screamed the Nick-kun in all his gopy anger.
Gatsby gasped. It was then that he realised something. "This-! This is our first fight! WE'RE GETTING CLOSER, OLD SPORT"
"AGAIN WITH THE OLD SPORT, I'M 'A KILL YOU, GATSBY" Just then Nicky-sama brought out a sharpened butter knife.
"Oh shizzle!" Exclaimed Gatsby.
".... You... You didn't say something like 'Calm down, old sport'." Nick-dono dropped the knife and fell to his knees. He then realized that he was a dream-san, and then trumpets exploded in the vicinity.
