Standardtitel - verfasse deinen eigenen

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Miyu: ...and that is exactly the reason why I hate spending time with you.

Mei: okay, look. This is my fault, yes, I absolutely concede that. But remember. It's the road less travelled that makes all the difference.

Miyu (disapprovingly): Maybe. The difference is, unlike in that poem, this isn't a road.

Mei: Hey, try to enjoy yourself a bit. You're not of the adventurous type, are you?

Miyu: Well, it's not an adventure to me. I feel threatened in my very existence.

Mei: That's precisely what adventures are all about. Come on, scaredy-cat.

Meiyu (frustrated): Mei, I understand that this is all fun and games for you but can you please take a moment and try to grasp the seriousness of the situation we're currently in?

Mei: I'm very well aware of it and what seems to have gone past you unnoticed is that I'm assiduously trying to uplift the atmosphere and make this horrible experience as agreeable as I can for the both of us. My effort has been wasted, I see.

Miyu: That's ridiculous.

Mei: There was an attempt.

Miyu: A fruitless one.

Mei: Not even the wisest and most experienced farmer can make seeds grow in unfertile soil.

Miyu: I got that and I don't like what you're implying.

Mei: This is just a fucking forest. Get your act together.

Miyu: Just a fucking forest?? Just a fucking forest, she says... Listen, for one, this forest is incredibly big; two, our provisions are depleted; three, there could be dangerous animals here. And oh before I forget: we're LOST. In conclusion, we're practically dead. Sorry that I'm not in the mood to joke around with you - you, who I barely know, who is no way near a friend and comfort to me. Out of all people...

Mei: (succesfully represses a mirthless laugh) Okay, now that we're clear about where we stand, I suggest we get going and look for a cozy place to spend the night. It's getting dark.

Miyu: How can you be so unfazed?

Mei: I'm just quick to accept everything that can't be changed.

Miyu: I can't believe you.

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Mei: You don't really think we're gonna die, are you?

Miyu: Don't like to exclude the possibility.

Mei: It's stupid.

Miyu: And why's that?

Mei: Because we're not in the jungle where there are a hundred ways to die. (trying to imitate the Scottish accent) We're in bloody Scotland if I may remind you of that.

Miyu: You haven't coincidentally read that one book by Stephan King I forgot the name of in which the protagonist gets lost in a forest and is chased by some kind of demon?? (Upon seeiing Mei's judging look) Yeah,  don't say anything, I just realised how ludicrous that sounded.

Mei: If you weren't that uptight, I'd almost find you cute.

Miyu: Don't you dare flirt with me. I've got a boyfriend.

Mei: No, you don't.

Miyu (enraged): Yes, I do?

Mei: Oh, okay.