TOCK is on the couch in the living room. TICK is on the floor, leaning against the couch and sleeping.
TOCK: Hey Tick, have you noticed how we’ve become the stars of Mellow Yellow?
TICK snores in reply. TOCK doesn’t notice and continues speaking.
TOCK: I mean, it wasn’t really the intention, but we’re amazing, aren’t we?
TICK blinks sleepily, waking up.
TOCK: We’ve stolen the spotlight, just like the notorious criminals we are.
TICK: Have we ever done anything explicitly wrong?
TOCK: Shush. Yes, of course, we have.
TICK: … Sure.
TOCK ignores TICK’s obvious lies.
TOCK: Now the nonexistent readers can’t remember Rue or Kyr or Lur or Cyra or any of those wackos.
TICK: Who are they?
TOCK: Precisely. Mellow Yellow is ours. We are the rulers. The Dictators. We are the law.
TICK (whispering): World domination…
TOCK: That is our goal.
TICK: I want a bread sandwich.
TOCK: Everyone will bow before us. They will obey our commands with a snap of their bones. Tick, can you smell the victory?
TICK: Not really. I want to smell a bread sandwich.
TOCK: You’re insufferable.
TICK (beaming): Thank you! You too!
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