Michael and Jeremy sat on the floor of Michael's basement, neither of them speaking because they were both completely wasted. The silence seemed to last for years until Jeremy finally broke it.

"Hey, Michael," he slurred. When he got no response, he grew louder. "Michael!"

"What do you want, Jeremiah?"

"The ceiling fan... it looks like a fidget spinner."

Michael wasted no time as he lifted an empty beer bottle and flung it in Jeremy's direction.

"Ow!" Jeremy complained. But Michael didn't respond. He was staring at the ceiling once again, a stupidly triumphant smile plastered to his face.

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Jeremy please stop doing this.

-May