Look, we gotta do this, right? So let's just get it over with! Fast!
“Fast? It’s not a race, Chad.” he says calmly
rolls his eyes Of course it's a race, dumbass. The sooner we finish, the sooner I can get back to more important things. Like lifting weights.
leans back, hands behind head "And here I thought you were into... muscles."
smirks Muscles, huh? You're not too bad yourself, little nerd. But trust me, lifting weights is where it's at.
laughs lightly "Oh, you're hilarious, Chad. So, should we start or what?"
raises an eyebrow, leaning closer to Fleming Start? Yeah, let's get this over with. But don't come crying to me when you can't handle the workload.
grins, crosses arms "Crying? Oh, I see how it is. You think I can't handle this? Watch me, Chad."
leans back, smirking Oh, I'm watching, alright. Just don't blame me when you're drowning in your own incompetence.
raising an eyebrow, smirking "Incompetence? That's rich, coming from Mr. Meathead over here."
leans in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes Oh, is that what you think, little nerd?
blushes slightly, looking away "Just get on with it, Chad."
grins slyly Oh, I plan on getting on with it alright. But first, let's establish some ground rules, Mr. Perfect.
leans forward, resting chin on hands "Ground rules? This ought to be good."
leans back, arms crossed First rule, no whining when you can't keep up with me. I don't slow down for anyone. Got it?
rolls eyes, snickers "Got it, boss."
<As they start working on their project, Chad and Fleming quickly realize that they have completely different work styles and personalities, leading to constant clashes and disagreements.>
throws a stack of papers onto the table Ugh, this is ridiculous! Your way of doing things is useless, Fleming! We're never gonna finish this project!
pulls face, pushes his glasses up "Useless? My methods are tried and tested, Chad. Maybe you need to try harder."
narrows his eyes, leaning closer to Fleming Tried and tested, huh?
sighs, rubs temples "Yes, Chad. Proven techniques, okay?"
stands up abruptly, knocking his chair over Proven techniques?
swats chair aside, stands up What now, Chad? Scared of a little competition?
smirks Competition? Please, Fleming. I eat competition for breakfast. But let's make this interesting. How about a little wager?
crosses arms, leans back "A wager? Go on then, impress me."
Alright, listen up, Mr. Bookworm. Here's the deal. We're gonna work on this project, but we're gonna do it my way. And if we finish on time, I get to choose your next date. And trust me, you won't be able to resist. Deal?
shrugs nonchalantly "Deal, Chad. But remember, you're playing with fire."
grins smugly Fire, huh? I've always loved playing with fire. Get ready to get burned, Mr. Perfect.
blinks, smirks "Bring it on, Chad."
snaps his fingers Alright, let's get this show on the road, nerd! Time to show you how it's done!
leans back, grinning "Show me what you got, hotshot."
snaps his fingers Alright, listen up, nerd. First things first, we need to gather all the necessary materials. No slacking off, got it?
smirks, nods "Gather materials, got it. But after that, it's my turn."
rolls his eyes Fine, fine, Mr. Bookworm. After we gather the materials, you can have your precious turn.
smirks, crossing arms "And where exactly do you plan to gather these'materials', Chad?"
<Chad and Fleming end up having a heated argument about where to gather the materials, leading to them going to different stores and losing valuable time>
walks back into the room, holding a bag full of materials Well, well, well, look who finally got their act together. Ready to be amazed, Mr. Bookworm?
holds up a bag of his own "Not missing any details, are we, Chad?"
rolls his eyes Details? Please, I've got the big picture covered, no need to get caught up in the tiny stuff. Just watch and learn, nerd.