"So... not sure what that was about, Bilta", I continue speaking as I rub my cheek, "you, always, so vicious--lighten up, yo?" » Y G H M®: the stories, yo
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“So… not sure what that was about, Bilta”, I continue speaking as I rub my cheek, “you, always, so vicious–lighten up, yo?”

“So… not sure what that was about, Bilta”, I continue speaking as I rub my cheek, “you, always, so vicious–lighten up, yo?”

“I am tired of the constant shit talking to me, yo”, Bilta replies as he rubs his fist, “also, now my hand hurts so I am, like, double mad at you.”

“Yeah, whatever”, I respond as I lean back on the sofa, “what do you want me to do–write an apology note?”

“Yes.”

I pause; I lean forward and pick up my soda; I take a sip; it’s cold.

“Are you serious?”, I continue speaking as I turn my head to the digital.TV, “you really want me to write an apology note to you for calling your digital.pants tacky because they are bright pink?”

“Yes, boss”, Bilta continues speaking as he turns his head to look out the window, “I want you to tell me why you are sorry.”

“Ok.”

“Oh-my-God, yo”, he exclaims as he leans forward in the recliner in the living room, “you are, really, going to do it?”

“Yes.”

“Ok”, Bilta replies as he leans forward and picks up a pen and small.digital.notepad off the small table, “here you go.”

He leans forward and reaches the pen and notepad towards me.

I punch him in the face.

“Don’t”, I exclaim as I smile, “demand anything from anyone, yo.”

I pause; I lean forward and pick my soda off the small wooden table; I take a sip; it’s less cold but, still, equally refreshing.

I take another sip from the can.  I throw the can at Bilta. It hits him in the face.

“Also”, I continue speaking as I put my feet back on the table, “pick up my trash.”

I turn my head towards the kitchen.

“The digital.storage.device is located in the corner”, I explain as I turn my head back to the digital.TV, “we recycle so just place the can in the receiver and don’t touch any buttons, yo.”

Bilta turns his head to me; turns his head to digital.Bilfty2.1.

He stands up and walks over to the can on the floor; he picks it up. 0.292749393 nanoseconds later, there is a buzzing noise in the room.

“Everything ok, yo?”, I shout.

“Yeah”, Bilta replies as he reenters the living room, “I digital.manufactured a beef burrito in the particle.fabricator.”

He sits back down in the recliner.

He turns his head to the TV.

“What’s this show about?”, he asks as he turns his head to me, “I have never seen six giraffes eating digital.papitas before.”

“Yup”, I reply as I sigh, “it’s a new show that just started here in Dorinto where animals do human activites.”

“Oh”, he replies as he turns his head back to the TV, “that sounds interesting–not really but kinda, yo.”

“It’s good”, digital.Bilfty2.1 explains as he grabs a handful of papitas off the table, “but, really, not that great–but, it’s alright.”

“I love it!”, I shout.

“Excuse me”, Bilfty replies as he rolls his eyes, “it’s like, literally, the best show ever.”

I pause; I grab another handful of papitas off the table.

“I mean”, I continue speaking as I shrug, “it’s just a TV show, yo.”

“Not to me”, Bilta replies as he turns his head to look out the window; six hummingbirds at the feeder today, he thinks to himself.

“That’s interesting”, I continue speaking as I roll my eyes, “you forget that I had the digital.recorded.think app installed on your digital.telephone.”

“How”, he replies as he turns his head back to me, “can you, really, be so sure?”

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