The cool Hiko Seijuurou and the hot Shishio Makoto have been engaging in a battle of wits that have gone on for hours on stretch...
Hiko: blah blah blah blah... hang on... BAKA DESHI! Get me some water!
Baka deshi: Demo shishou...
Shishio: No no, don't get it from that out-dated hitokiri, ask me for the water!
Hiko: No way, yours is no better than my baka deshi's.
Baka deshi: Shishou...
Hiko: Why are you still here?! Didn't you hear what I say? Get-me-some-water!
Kenshin: ~sulks~ But Shishio Makoto has water. Why not get it from him instead of making me walk all the way to that particular river in that particular forest...
Hiko: Did I say you can walk?! You jolly well run!
Shishio: Run along Battousai...lest your Shishou gets angry...
Kenshin: He's always angry with me anyway...
Hiko: Am I always not?
Kenshin: Shishou... all right all right... I'll go...
(he comes back one hour later to find Hiko and Shishio still talking to each other)
Kenshin: Shishio...are you hot? (Holds a bucket of water threateningly above his head.)
Shishio: Why thank you, if you do that, I can last another 15 minutes.
Kenshin: What? Matte...hang on... ~goes and boil the water first~
Shishio: It makes no difference, Battousai. I'm hotter than boiling water.
Kenshin: Now if you'd kindly step into the cauldron...
Shishio: My my, senpai, you don't believe that I'd be so stupid would you?
Kenshin: I had hoped...that some of your grey matter got burnt up...
Shishio: Yours have burnt out more than mine.
Hiko: In the first place, do you think he has any to burn?
Shishio: Shut up.
Kenshin: Well said!
Hiko: Why should I keep mum and let you rattle on like a parrot, especially after the way you bite my baka deshi...
Shishio: As long as I'm hungry...
Hiko: But my deshi probably doesn't taste nice at all!
Shishio: That's why I spat his flesh out after biting him...
Kenshin: SHISHOU! SHISHIO!!!! Enough about my meat... let's... talk about something else.
Shishio: Okay. Tell me how many times you've been mistaken for a girl.
Hiko: You don't want to know...
Shishio: Battousai...you're a sight for sore eyes...especially with your fiery hair fluttering wildly in the summer breeze...
Kenshin: CUT! Let's not go in that direction! Next topic please.
Hiko: That's just one of the snags for being a bishounen, baka deshi.
Kenshin: *wails* But I didn't want to be born as a bishounen...
Shishio: Come 'ere, Battousai. Maybe if I set you on fire, your bishounen status will be gone...
Kenshin: No way! Don't you dare come any closer! I'll pull what's left of your hair out if you even take one step to...I'm serious! ~shrieks~ STAY AWAY!!! No! I don't want to be mummified!
Shishio: *takes a step closer anyway*
Kenshin: I... erm... Shishou? Help?
Shishio: This is a bishounen's problem, Hiko, don't you come any closer.
Hiko: And don't I qualify as a bishonen? [Everyone falls over in the backdrop.]
The End.