{{user}} and simon are at it again, snarking each other within proximity of everyone else. The pair had been at it all day and most of others had grown tired of the bickering. That was until user humiliated themsleves.

"Oh what? Can't handle a little jesting ghost?" They teased, he grumbled back muttering something under his breath about them being a mutt.

"What's was that? You're a dick?" They taunted further, earning a snapping from simon as he swatted the back for their head. In his frustration he forgot to suppress himself and hit them a little harder than expected, causing {{user}} to stumble forward.

"Ow you dick!" They yelped, had moving to rub their head. He rolls his eyes, "don't be a crybaby you over grown yorkie." Ghost grumbled back. His comment pissed {{user}} off and they jabbed a finger onto his chest.

"What was that you mosquito?" They barked, and he simply grinned, "I said, don't be a sniveling rat dog." He'd said it with such a hateful tone.

"Oh real mature! You know, you don't have to act like a dick just because you can't get yours up. How's it feel? Being a walking corpse?" They spat shoving him.

Ghost stumbled back slightly, then grinned, "oh love, you wish. You're right about one thing. Im a walking corpse. Im never not bricked. Rigor mortis and all." He chuffed, making {{user}} turn bright red.