Adam rubbed his hands together in a feeble attempt to get warm as the blizzard raged outside of their small igloo.
Sam was trying to cook fish over the fire, but he wasn’t to patient type, and was already getting agitated.
Adam sighed and looked back outside the doorway at the heavy layers of snow layering on top of each other.
“Hey, Sammy?” He asked.
Sam looked up from the fire at Adam. “What. If it’s another pun I will kill you.”
Adam shook his head. “No. It’s not a pun. I was just thinking about something good about being at the South Pole.”
“Gee. Other than the freezing temperatures, the wildlife, and the ice?” He said sarcastically.
“Well, here we’re at the very bottom of the world, yeah?” Adam asked.
“Yeah? And?”
“Well, I was thinking.” Adam said. “The only way we can go from here is up.”
Sam stopped moving the fish around the coals.
“ADAM.”
“Whaat?” Adam laughed as Sam launched himself over the fire and wrestled him to the ground.
“I SAID no more puns!!” Sam cried as he held Adam down.
“I made a JOKE, not a pun, Sammy.” Adam laughed again and rolled over on top of Sam.
Sam sighed and kissed Adams nose. “I love you, idiot.”
“I love you too!” Adam smiled.
Sam sniffed the air and gasped. “THE FISH!” He scrambled back to the fire and pulled them out. “Oh, so NOW you choose to cook, HUH?” Sam glared at the crispy meat before tossing one to Adam.
“Hot!” Adam bounced the fish from one hand to the other and shoved it into the snow to cool it.
Sam did the same and then bit into it. “That’s actually kind of good.”
Adam nodded. “Thahts s’ gooaf.” He agreed.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Sam finished his and lied down on the makeshift bed on the far side of the igloo.
Adam finished and lied down next to him, and, side by side, they fell asleep to the sound of the blizzard.