Ray: "It was right there!"
Ray: "Dude did you just steal my brush?"
Bob mumbled: "It's probably lost somewhere in your hair."
Ray: "Give it back come on I don't have all day!"
Bob: "Hey, I don't even live here!"
Mikey walking in the room heard Ray saying: "Someone got my brush, and I want it back NOW!"
Mikey (under his breath): "Uh oh..."
Ray turned to Mikey frowning and said: "I heard that! What experiments of yours are you making now?"
Mikey: "wh what? I haven't seen..."
A sound of explosion coming from the kitchen interrupts him as Ray said: "You leave him alone for 5 minutes and he blows the damn place up!"
They went to the kitchen to see Ray's brush hanging from the roof looking all burnt down.
Ray: "Mikey? What the fuck?"
MIkey: "Wait, wait, I can explain!"
Ray: "Oh yeah?"
Bob: "Will you 2 stop fighting over something so silly?"
Ray: "Look who's talking, mr. superman is better than batman."
Bob: "I'm serious! There are things that are more important than a freakin' hairbrush"
Mikey (confused) : "Like what?"
Bob: "Like what?!! Well let's see, there is pauverty, racism, rape, crime?! Does any of these ever come across your minds?"
Ray leaning over to Mikey whispered: "So, you think he has fever?"
Mikey: "I don't know, let me check." said Mikey, trying to put his hand on Bob's forehead.
Bob (pushing Mikey away): "Get the fuck off of me! I'm serious!"
Ray: "Wow, something must be bothering you."
Abviously, Bob was still angry.
Mikey: "What's up with him?"
Ray: "Yeah, since when do you think of...deep...things like these? What the fuck is wrong?"
Bob (walking out of the kitchen): "Chuck it, I'm not allowed to say."
Ray (following Bob to the living room): "Just speak dude, what's the worst thing I can do?"
Bob: "So, if someone....did something...really bad..."
Ray: "Did you have that little accident in bed again?"
Bob: "FUCK NO! I was only 5 when it happened anyway!"
Ray: "Ok, ok, I was just checking!"
Bob: "Damn! That someone I'm talking about isn't even me!"
Ray: "Fine, so that someone did that bad thing as in...Breaking the law?"
Bob: "Well, you can put it this way. I'm supposed to report him right?"
Ray: "Are you fucking me?"
Bob getting angrier: "Do I look like I'm fucking you man? Just tell me! What the fuck am I supposed to do."
Ray: "Go fucking tell the police you idiot!"
Bob: "I should, shouldn't I."
Another explosion comes from the kitchen...
Ray: "SHIT! We left him alone for more than 5 minutes again!" Ray headed to the kitchen mumbling: "Gerard is going to kill me if something happened to him!"
Bob, still in the living room, holds the phone, and dials..9...1..1...