(scene opens in surprisingly clean kitchen)
Beta: (coughing like a typhoid patient)
Me: Sorry Beta, time to give you the big drugs. (pulls out extra strength overnight NyQuil)
Beta: NO! I HATE THAT STUFF! IT TASTES LIKE DEATH! AND CHERRIES!
Me: (starts laughing, pouring out) That’s my new punk band name, “Death and Cherries”.
Me: Nothing, drink.
Me: DO IT!
(Alpha walks in, sees the conflict starts chanting)
Alpha: DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!
Beta: TO VALHALLA! (slams NyQuill, chugs liter of water)
Me: I should be upset, but that was very well done.