”I can do anything better than you!”

“Mason and his twin sister, Mabel Gleeful, were having an argument as usual about who was better than who.*

The usual evidence and snarky comments occurred back and forth, now they were turned away from one another and Mason had his arms crossed.

“I can drink my liquor faster than a flicker.” He stated as he glanced back at Mabel with his icy blue eyes of his.

“I can drink it quicker and get even sicker!” Mabel argued back before gesturing to the “get even sicker” line with her hands, she wanted to win this stupid argument.

“I can open any safe.”

“Without being caught?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, as she looked back at Mason.

“You bet.”

“That’s what I thought… you crook.” She commented with a scoff as her hands rested on her hips. Mason had a dumbfounded expression on his face, though he regained his composure and continued this argument.

“Any note you can hold I bet I can hold longer.” He stated with a slight grin.