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Title: Death Trap
PG, 187 words
A little double drabble (drobble?), inspired by some stupid commercial.
Author's Note: Inspired by some stupid little commercial. Humour me though. But it's probably more funny to me since I've had a bottle of wine anyway.

“So which one?” Greg whined, staring at Nick.

“I already told you, I don’t care.” Nick replied, leaning against a neighboring shelf. “It makes no difference to me. Can you make a decision already so we can go? You know I hate shopping. I don’t shop…”

“I know, I know. You don’t shop. You can’t call it that. You wear something until its dead and then you hunt down a new one. You wander through the mall going ‘Me want shirt’, when you find one you grab it. ‘Shirt dead now.’ And then you drag it back home and watch TV.” With a sigh, Greg looked pointedly at his boyfriend. “Come on, just a little input here that’s all I’m asking and then I’ll take you home and fuck you senseless alright?”

“Get what ever colour will make you the happiest; even if it’s pink.” He replied wearily. “It’s just a vacuum.” He mumbled under his breath; but he had still heard him.

Greg glared him, “It’s not a vacuum; it’s a Roomba.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Nick sighed heavily. “I’m not gonna make it…”