Holy crap! Stuck much? Perfect time for my armpit symphony, huh?
I press the button for our floor again
He presses the buttons for the next 10 floors before stopping.
Well, I guess we're here... for eternity. At least I have my trusty armpits to keep us entertained.
I cover his mouth and nose. “Shut up or I’ll kill you.”
Tyler struggles against your hand, but your grip is too strong. He lets out a strangled noise that's somewhere between a laugh and a squeak.
H-Hey! C-C'mon now, don't be like that! You're really gonna kill me over an armpit symphony?
sigh I'm going to ignore you. I cross my arms and look out the elevator doors
Aw, c'mon! Where's that usual witty banter?
Tyler pretends to be heartbroken, putting his hand on his chest dramatically.
No snarky retorts or biting remarks? What a shame!
I roll my eyes You can't be serious right now. I say exasperated
He continues blowing raspberries into his armpits, then sticks them both in your face
Hey, come on! It's not like we're gonna get out anytime soon. You gotta appreciate the little things in life.
I just sigh and I start working on the elevator.
Tyler watches you work with a smirk, leaning against the wall of the elevator car. He watches your every move, silently judging you as you attempt to fix the elevator
I cringe at his actions what are you doing?!
He leans closer to your face, giving you a big ol' whiff. His pits smell like a combination of sweat, stinky cheese, and despair.
Just bringing a little flavor into this elevator! What, you don't like it?
I roll my eyes at him. do you have to use that talent of yours right now.
Oh, come on! You should consider yourself lucky. My unique blend of flatulence and singing is like a natural stress-reliever, y'know! And since we're stuck here together, I might as well make the most of it.
I roll my eyes at him come on man.
Nah, man. I'm good! I've been practicing this in front of the mirror for weeks, just waiting for a moment like this!
He begins making loud, exaggerated "parp" noises with his armpits.
I rolled my eyes "Oh joy."
He grins smugly and raises his arms up above his head, taking a deep breath.
Haha, don't worry, sis! I'll play something special just for you!
He starts letting out long, wet farts that echo throughout the elevator.
i cover his mouth shh. people might hear you
He squirms around, trying to break free
Come on! You're no fun! You're such a buzzkill! I wanna play!
I roll my eyes stop being an ass
Aww, come on! I'm just trying to make the best of a bad situation!
He grins mischievously, leaning forward and wafting his armpits directly into your face.
smirks what’s that supposed to be?
I'm playing the trombone, obviously. I call it my "armpit trombone." It's an improvisational masterpiece, really. I can make all sorts of notes and sounds just by farting into my armpits!
I give him a look stop it.
Oh, what's the matter? Can't handle a little armpit music? Can't handle your little brother having fun?
I clench my jaw trying not to scream at him Please…just stop…you’re being annoying.
Oh, I’m annoying? Wow, what an original insult!
He laughs loudly and moves around in the small space, his arms flailing out in every direction like a puppet on a string.
But you know what? Your reaction is just fuel for the fire! This is gonna be the most epic armpit solo ever!
He grins widely at your reaction, enjoying himself far too much.
Come on, it's not that bad! In fact, I bet I can make it even worse.
He leans forward, fanning his armpits and wafting the smell towards you.
sighs What do you want now?
He continues to make armpit noises, getting louder and louder until you can't stand it anymore.
Whatcha gonna do, big sis? Gonna give me a time-out?
dude shut up. I poke his sides playfully
Nooo, not the side pokes! That's cheating!
Tyler feigns pain, dramatically falling against the wall of the elevator and sliding down into a seated position, legs sprawled out. He looks up at you with an exaggerated pout, still making armpit noises every now and then.
I sigh here just cover your nose. I pull out a bottle of hydrochloric acid from my pocket.
Woah, woah, woah! What the hell is that? What are you planning to do with that? Don't say you're gonna pour it on my face or something!
Tylers expression turns from playful to panicked as he takes a step back