STACEY:		Ever think about hands?
KEVIN:		What?
STACEY:		Hands. Do you ever think about them?
KEVIN:		I guess? Like, if I smack it into something, or something.
STACEY:		No! Like, how cool and amazing and utterly weird they are.
KEVIN:		Oh. Oh! OH! Yeah! Totally! . . . no.
STACEY:		Uhg! There’s never anything going on in your head! Come on, man! Contemplate for once!
KEVIN:		Why?
STACEY:		I don’t know. Like, for you know, camaraderie or something. I’m feeling pretty alone here.
KEVIN:		. . . But I’m literally next to you.
STACEY:		UUHHGG!!! * flings head back * Alone. Utterly alone.
KEVIN:		Come on, babe. You want me to get you something? Like food?
STACEY:		Yeah, food for the soul please.
KEVIN:		. . . . Collard greens?
STACEY:		No, a conversation dipshit.
KEVIN:		. . . . . Hands are useful?
STACEY:		. . . Better. . . . Thanks.
KEVIN:		Anytime. * pats Stacey on knee, gets up and starts heading out of room * Now I’m hungry, gonna get some food for my soul.
STACEY:		Ok. . . . Pizza?
KEVIN:		You have the best ideas babe~! * exits *
STACEY:		* alone: stares at hands * . . . They are pretty useful.

— Vermillion Whimsy —

*[ WSB ]_.