Micah: You're on my desk!
Percy: You mean you're on my desk!
Micah: You need to leave.
Percy: No, you need to leave.
Micah: But I was here first.
Percy: If you were here first, why am I lying down?
Micah: You're older and you collapse faster.
Percy: I'm not old!
Micah: You're going to be 13 in two weeks. That's old!
Percy: 13 is not old. Ask Jan. She's turning 314 today!
Micah: 314? Perhaps we both should move in case she collapses over the desk.
Percy: Okay. You move first.
Micah: No, you move first.
Percy: I'm not moving until you do.
Micah: I'm not moving until you do.
Percy: I guess we'd both better hope Jan doesn't collapse on the desk. There isn't enough room.
Micah: There will be when you move.
