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"In this corner..." Mendel announced one night at the dinner table holding a salt pepper shaker like a microphone. "We have the all-american, romantic, thriller of first love - do I have to say all of these?" Mendel groaned throwing his hand in the direction of the note pad Whizzer handed him.

"Yes," Whizzer beamed.

"And in this corner-" Mendel ignored Whizzers request."Is Marvin," Mendel announced duly He sat down on a backwards chair hiding the salt-shaker towards Whizzers face. "What's your secret to winning?"

"Playing correctly," Whizzer replied instantly while  Marvin rolled his eyes. Mendel nodded his head, turning the salt shaker to Marvin.

"And how are you going to win?" Mendel asked smiling, shaking the salt shaker like a maraca. He beamed, not wanting to crush his spirit, Marvin looked down at the salt giving an honest answer.

"By playing," Mendel shook the salt shaker looking at the salty ground. "Can we please do this already? Marvin waited for Whizzer to move a piece across the board.

"Whizzer makes a move,"

"Marvin makes a move," Mendel did this until Marvin earned one of Whizzers pieces and chucked it at his head. "No folks! This isn't their first date at Luke's Dinner - considering how much glancing they are doing at each other's faces-"

Whizzer plucked a piece off the board, and threw it at Marvin.

"It's not even your turn!" Mendel whined rubbing his ear where the chess piece had hit him.

"I know!" Whizzer beamed. Mendel slammed the salt shaker on the table looking across the room.

"Call me back over when Whizzer wins," Mendel left for the living room turning on a stereo blaring some show tunes mixtape that Mendel had created in his free time.

"Hey!" Marvin blurt, looking back to the board. Whizzer didn't even know how to play - yet he was winning? How unfair. After a few more rounds, in the end they both gave up on the game and searched the kitchen for food.

Whizzer was sitting on the counter, which Marvin hated when he did, when Mendel walked in.

"Get off the counter," Mendel announced he was holding a house phone. "It's a random number," Marvin laughed manically, whenever a random number came up on the phone he got it. He loved messing with the people trying to give him a survey. Nothing enlightened him more then messing with people who were messing with him.

"Hellloooo?" Marvin answered the phone, in a faux accent.

"Whizzer? Hello? Is this Whizzer?" Marvin immediately froze. Whoever was on the line was female. He hadn't talked to another female in so long.

"U-Uh no ma'am, I'm his-" what would he say to this stranger? His boyfriend?

"His what?" the lady pressed. She was aggravated, Marvin could tell by the tone in her voice. Marvin jammed the phone in Whizzer's direction. He couldn't deal with this.

"Hello?" Whizzer took the phone, he gasped his voice suddenly high in pitch.

"Mother?"

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"Funny Funny Funny..." - Jason, Whizzer, Marvin & Mendel