Ah, Kids...

~.START.~

Scene is set; B.C.B.F.L.B is on an escalator, going up. Three boys step on a few seconds after her: a tall one - who appears to be in charge - and two little ones, one of whom is a little bigger than the other and therefore probably a little older than the smallest one. 
           The following conversation ensues...

OLDER BOY: (authoritatively) keep your feet away from the edge.
YOUNGER BOY: (chiming in) yeah.
YOUNGEST BOY: (bemused) why?
OLDER BOY: 'cause...
YOUNGER BOY: (interrupting) ...'cause if you don't your feet'll get stuck and then you'll die.
OLDER BOY: (wearily) Zack...
YOUNGEST BOY: (indignant) will not!
YOUNGER BOY/ZACK: (deadpan) will so.
YOUNGEST BOY: (trying to sound brave, but now a little doubtful) nah. Only thing'll happen is your foot'll break, that's all.
YOUNGER BOY/ZACK: (with utter confidence) yeah, and then you'll be in so much pain that you'll be in agony and then you'll die.
YOUNGEST BOY: (panicked) Petey?!?
OLDER BOY/PETEY: (annoyed) ZacK! Leave Kevin alone!
YOUNGER BOY/ZACK: ...(laughs)...

Scene ends; with all those present leaving the escalator and going their separate ways.

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