I look at the world and I notice it's turning...

Should we continue here?

Sure.

Marshall: I pull down the oven door and start jumping on it, much to the guy's horror. When it breaks, I rip it off, grab it by the handle, and grin. I then grab a spaghetti pot for my head and a spatula. I suddenly run outside in Jonas' direction, coming at him like a Mack truck. He wants to use guns? Fine then. But a gun can't stop fifty pounds of raw metal!

Jonas
Oh come on, not fair... first he gets me drunk, then he engages me in mortal combat on the streets of New York?! I shoot at his head randomly until a couple get lucky and get through the strainer holes. Besides, he'll have a hard time running at me when he's on the ground and I'm on a car!

Marshall: Damn, the car might be a proplem... Suddenly, I have an idea. I ram into the side of the car, making him slip and fall off. Aha, bow who's on the same level. Bending down under my oven shield, I grab the paper bag I took, fill it up with mustard, juice, and some chunky chili and hurl it at him. "Bombs away!"

Jonas
I whipped around and shot the bag, the force stopping it before it could reach me. My skill with a gun was one of the only skills I had, I was a crack-shot "Nice try Marsh"

Marshall: While he's distracted, I ram unto him and point my spatula. "Ready to surrender?" I ask through the pot.

Jonas
My shoulder started to bleed again, not a whole lot though "If you end up killing me, then yeah, I guess I will have to surrender huh?"

Got to go, my parents are getting ticked, plus I'm kinda tired...

Mmk, night!

okay

Marshall: I wince when I see his shirt getting read again. Damn it, how could I forget about that? I fucking caused it for Pete's sake! I hear a woman laughing and shake my head as though to clear my thoughts. No, she was wrong!

Jonas
"But wait, I had to tell you... something... can't remember... hold on, I wrote it all down" I handed him a crumpled up piece of paper from my pocket, all in information from and woman and her family was on there

Marshall: I take the paper but before I can even look at it, people start honking at us. I guess that's what happens when you bump someone sumo style into the middle of New York traffic. The guy whose car I rammed into was also saying a few choice words.

Yeah... I can imagine XD
Jonas
"C'mon Marsh" I mutter, grabbing his free hand and pulling him onto the sidewalk. Sometimes it felt like even when I was the drunk and shot one, I still needed to look out for Marshall.

Marshall: I drop the oven top and rub my head. Joyce comes running over but goes to get the kids instead. My watch beeps and I look down. "Whoops. Time's up."

Jonas
"Time for what?!" I ask, obviously worried. He probably had something planned... well, of course he did. He was Marshall. As long as the idea's already slapped him in the face, there's no convincing him otherwise

Marshall: "Well, you and Joyce were going to be kidnapped by room service and taken to the top of the Statue of Liberty for dinner... But they're on break now. So now the kids and I can't go to the water park. Thanks a lot, guys."

Jonas
I laughed, leaning against a building for support "Sorry about that Marshall, just read the freaking paper, would you? I think it will make up for making you miss the water park"

Marshall: "It better," I mutter as I unfold the paper. My eyes scan the list of names and numbers and I grin. "This is why you should get drunk more often!" I say with a grin. "How did you even get these?"

Jonas
"If I get drunk every time there's something that needs to be accomplished around here, I'm going to turn into a bloody alcoholic. And you may think I sound crazy, but Mr Walrus told me how to get those." I turn to the street, where I could have swearn I saw a flipper sticking out from under a bench "Shine on, you crazy diamond!" I call with a laugh. Dang I'm drunk

Marshall: I start laughing. "You're right. If you were an alcoholic, y-" I stop when I see a baby's belly button getting waved in front if my face. "So, who'd the baby momma?" asks Joyce. "A politician? A housewife? A stripper!"

Jonas
"Or a housewife with a side job as a stripper who dreams of being the president, hmm?" I prod, poking Marshall in the ribs.

Marshall: "Wait, WHAT?!" Whose baby momma? I only had one and they knew all about her. Suddenly, it all clicks. "Hold up! All we did was make out!"

Jonas
"Mmhm, that's what they /all/ say, Marshall. Now tell us the truth: is your secret gal pal the reason we're here?!"

Marshall: "NO! I don't even know her!" I say. Myrah starts giggling and tickles the baby. "His name is The Cuteness." "Reece." "...Reece."

Jonas
"So now you're getting /strangers/ pregnant, Marshall?!" I half yell. And I thought I knew Marshall, I had never thought he was the kind of guy to do that... "And Reece? Like the candy?"