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"Okay, so I'm like, 75% sure this like, wont explode on us."

"Well that's nice. I'm gonna stand like, over here. Have fun with that."

"Connor, dude, babe, bro, I hope you know that this is our project. You have to help me."

"Jared, dude, babe, bro, I hope you know that my outfit is more expensive than your living room. I'm gonna stand over here."

"Sure, fine." Jared said, crossing his arms. "Just know that your mom gay."

"No, you. And me."

"Connor that's not how the meme goes and you know it."

"Yeah, but you're cute when you're pissed, so."

"Fuck off, Murphy. I'm handsome."

"Right, of course." Connor said, bending over so he could wrap his hands around Jared's waist. "And my middle name is Tyler."

"No it's not, it's-oh you little piece of shit."

Connor chuckled, poking Jared's side. "So how do we make it explode?"

"We don't want it to explode."

"Okay, how do we not make it explode?"

"Dude, how the fuck should I know?"

"Jared, I thought you were like, the smart one? Cuz like, I'm just here to have a good time, man. Not do shit."

"Eh, I'm just gonna make it explode." At Connors exasperated look, Jared shrugged. "What? I'm here for a good time, not a long time."

"I mean, same."

"So, I'm gonna explode it."

"That... eh, fuck it. See if I care. Do the explosion, babe."

———

"Mr.Murphy, Mr.Kleinman, is there a reason you're project is..." She trailed off, holding the sloppy green goop they had turned in. "So... grotesque?"

"Well ma'am, in the most professional way possible," Jared said, adjusting his glasses to make himself seem more professional. "You could say that... it went boom."

The teacher rolled her eyes, her words mumbled. "God I hate this generation."