I heard the soft click of the lock and watched in fear as the door slowly pulled back. I slammed the sword down full force and missed, cracking the expensive replica into pieces on the concrete floor. "Huzzah!" Now I took the broken blade and and stabbed the arm of my unknown assailant and he fell to the floor with a loud thud. "What the heck!" To my horror, I had just stabbed my roommate in the arm. "Garth! What are you doing!?"

"I thought you were- never mind that, we gotta call an ambulance!" 

"Screw that, you know we can't afford a hospital visit!" And he was right. At this rate, were barely going to make the rent this month, let alone pay medical bills. He struggled to his feet and closed and locked the door before punching me the gut, hard. 

"I seem to be having tremendous difficulty with my lifestyle."

"What did you just say?!"

"You heard me, Belgium."

I punched him back. "Really? Two h2g2 references in a row? You really do suck."

He punched me again. "Nerf herder."

"Gimboid."

"Bantha fodder."

"Shazbot."

"Prawn."

"Stop, stop!"

"I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a-"

"SSHHHHH!" I cut him off just in time to hear the door lock click.