SPOOKY MONTH PARODY SHOW

episode 2 Ross's vape

Robert leaned against the rusty fence post, the chilly autumn air nipping at his nose. The sun dipped below the treeline, casting a warm glow across the quiet street. He eyed Roy, who was tossing a crumpled soda can into the air and catching it with a practiced ease. "So, I noticed you haven't messed with anyone in a while," Robert said, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

Roy's eyes didn't leave the can as it arced and fell back into his hand. "Yeah?" he replied, raising an eyebrow. The simple word hung in the air, loaded with a question that went unspoken. He knew what Robert was getting at, but he wasn't ready to unpack it yet.

Robert tched and leaned closer, his hand dropping to poke at Roy's chest with his index finger. "You aren't losing your edge, are you?" he teased, his voice low and playful. The question danced with a challenge, a gentle prod to get his friend to spill his secrets.

Roy's face tightened, the can slipping from his grasp to clatter on the concrete. He whipped around, his eyes flashing with a spark of defiance. "What? No!" he said quickly, his voice a tad too loud for the quiet street. "I've never lost my edge! I just haven't thought of anything worth messing with lately."

Robert's smile grew wider, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Oh, really?" he said, raising an eyebrow, his voice laden with skepticism.

Roy's eyes narrowed, his jaw set firmly. "Yeah!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing off the surrounding houses. He didn't like being questioned, especially about his reputation. It was the one thing he had always been good at, the one thing that had earned him respect in their rough neighborhood.

"Well, then think of something," Robert said, his voice steady, his smile never wavering. He knew pushing Roy's buttons was risky, but the thrill of seeing what his friend would come up with was too tempting to resist.

Roy's hands shot up to his head, his fingers threading through his hair as he tried to brainstorm. His eyes darted around the street, searching for inspiration. The rustling of leaves in the wind, the distant hum of a lawnmower, the bark of a dog – nothing seemed to spark the creative fire he was known for. He felt the pressure building, the weight of Robert's expectant gaze on him.

Then it hit him – Ross's newfound obsession with vaping. He had been showing off his fancy new device every time they met, blowing thick clouds into the air like a miniature steam engine. It was obnoxious, and more importantly, it was something that could be easily messed with.

Roy's eyes lit up, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. "Ross's vape," he murmured, looking up at Robert with a glint of excitement. It was perfect. Something that would annoy Ross without causing any real harm, and it would be a quick, easy victory to reaffirm his status.

Robert looked at him blankly for a moment, his smile fading into a look of confusion. "What?" he asked, genuinely perplexed by the sudden shift in topic.

Roy's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Ross's new toy," he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder towards the house. "You know, that ridiculous vaping thing he's been carrying around everywhere. It's just begging to be messed with."

Without wasting another second, Roy took off at a sprint, his sneakers slapping against the pavement as he bolted towards Ross's house. Robert watched him disappear inside, his heart racing with anticipation. It had been a while since they'd had a good laugh at Ross's expense, and this could be just the thing to liven up their dull evening.

Moments later, the door flew open and Roy emerged, Ross's gleaming vaporizer clutched in his hand. He strolled back over to Robert, his steps casual, as if he'd just grabbed a pack of gum from the convenience store. "I told you I still got it," he said smugly, holding up the device like a trophy.