(A window-shattering crack is heard echoing through the neighborhood, Nick pokes his head up from behind Penthouse magazine...Moments later the doorbell rings and Nick Opens the Door)
Chris- *Sobs* Ow...
(Chris has the imprint of a red hand across the left side of his face)
Nick- Wow, what happened
Chris- Julie...Broke up with me
Nick- Aw, There, there Chris....you still have your dignity intact *rolls eyes*
(Chris whimpers as he sits on the couch)
Nick- Hey cmon buddy, you think a big sandwich might perk you up? Would a big sandwich make my Chrisy-Wissy fell better? huh, whatdya say Big Guy?
Chris- Oh you always know what makes me feel good, thanks Nick.
(Nick trotts into the Kitchen, as Chris sits straight up on the couch in anticipation. The sounds of Nick emptying the fridge followed by the humming of Michael Jackson's Thriller. The minutes slowly tick passed. Finally Nick re-enters the living room with a giant sandwich fit for no less than 12 kings)
Chris- Oh that looks good...
(Nick walks past Chris taking no notice of him. He walks out of the living room and through the sliding door where he takes his favorite seat on the porch. Chris stares at the door in amazement, mouth wide open. The minutes tick by again. Chris shuts his mouth and a snarl creeps over his face. A vein throbs on the right side of his forehead)
Chris- You Bastard....