�Man, that is not a tiki-girl.�

�Hm? Oh yeah, don�t you like her?�

The young woman raised her left eyebrow as she shut the door of the old 1987 Honda. �Not really.�

�Oh? I think she�s great.�

�Man, it�s a tiki-girl. What do you mean she�s great?�

�Doesn�t she just calm you down dude. I mean, look at her��

�Fuck, I don�t want to look at a tiki-girl,� the brunet leans forward and tries to pull the plasitc decorration from the car dashboard. �What the fuck�s the matter with this piece of crap?�

The seven-teen year old in the driver�s seat chuckled, �she glued down dude.�

�You glued down a fucking tiki-girl onto your dashboard?! What the hell�s the matter with you?�

�What do you mean what�s the matter with me? Nothing�s the matter with me.�

�It�s a tiki-girl!�

�So?�

The girl exhales and takes a deep, concentrated breath and opens her eyes again. �It�s a fucking piece of damn plastice William!�

�Don�t you fucking call me that.�

�Fuck that. That�s not what we�re talking about, that thing is stupid.�

�I don�t think so and I don�t want you ever calling me William.�

�Whatever. Do you have your pocket knife with you?�

�Of course I do�why?�

��Cause I�m going to cut this piece of crap from your car and throw it out the window!�

�No you aren�t.�

�William!�

�Shut the fuck up!�

�Look, people don�t really look like that in really life, nobody can actually do that, so why don�t you get rid of the fucking thing?�

�Because, a guy can dream, can�t he?�

�You have a fucking sick mind Will!�

�Oh, I do? What about you Chicken?�

�Fuck you,� the girl growls. �It�s Tori.�

�Same difference. Tori, Chicken, they mean the same thing. Right?�

�Fuck you!�

Will has a smug look on his face.

�Shit, I�m getting fucking hipnotised by that thing.�

�Heh, it�s calming, isn�t it?�

�No, it�s disturbing.�

�What the hell�s your problem? Why can�t you just let me enjoy that in peace? Do you not understand that I like her.�

�It�s not a her, it�s a thing. An it! A fucking it! Not a person!�

�How do you know that?�

�Because it�s kind of obvious. If she had been real then she would have run away a long time ago.�

�Fuck you.�

�God no. Fuck you tiki-doll instead.�

�She�s not big enough.�

�That�s just sick! Stop the car!� The car halted and the brunet unbeckled her seatbelt and opened the door, hovering with her foot halfway out, a noticeable threat to leaving.

�You�re not really gonna go Tori, are you.�

�Fuck yah. That was just sick.�

�But�that�s how guys are,� William stated, trying to make up for crossing the lines.

Tori turned and glared at him. �Yeah, you�re right about that!�

�Come on. I promise I�ll be good.�

�Fine, how else am I going to get to work?�

�Catch a ride.�

�That had two totally different meanings and I�m just going to take it as the one that will keep you out of trouble.� The woman warned as the car drove away from the sidewalk.

Owari