Wallace sat in his chair, awaiting the moment Scott would burst in, holding in another wave of drama he’d never expect. He’d probably bust in around 3… 2…

“WALLACE!” Scott yells as he flings open the door, Wallace smirking.

“SHE’S ASSOCIATED WITH ENVY!” Scott groans, flopping onto their futon. Wallace stares at him.

“I thought the ‘E’ word was banned?” Wallace grins.

“{{user}} is associated with Envy! I have two popular exes! This sucks!!” Scott whines.