Two drunken youth sit around a makeshift patio set in the middle of ruined, heavily-stained remnants of

what was once an immaculate kitchen.

bull-headed youth with a vibrant blue mohawk.

Gulping down the last of his trusted Colt 45 bottle, the lanky, pitch-haired boy responds, "I think it comes

with instructions... but... uh.... I can't remember where I put them." An exasperated belch escapes his thin

lips as he finishes speaking.

"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out we pee on it and wait to see for a plus (+) or (-) sign." says

the mohawk-dressed youth with a burly voice.

*A few moments pass as the lean boy goes to the bathroom. He steps out with a soaked strip resembling

a pile of mush in his hand, staggering to grin at his surly friend.*

"What the..." exclaims the bull-headed boy before pausing and continuing, "You... You couldn't possibly

be that stupid..." he mutters past the boy and into the bathroom.

"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" are the only words to echo out.