An Impossible Task

Roméo: I don’t get what you’re doing this.

Chris: Because it’s tradition. And, according to my parents and to genetics, he’s my brother.

Roméo: I know, but usually you just…

Chris: … don’t care? Damn right! And I still don’t. But it’s the big 18. It’ll look bad if I don’t at least make an effort.

Roméo: Okay. So, you got any idea?

Chris: Nope. All I know is that it has to be cheap enough so I can afford it.

Roméo: You could draw his portrait. That would cost you nothing.

Chris: Nothing besides nightmare. And I told you, I don’t know how to draw lions.

Roméo: Oh, I got one! What about chocolate? He loves chocolate!

Chris: Yeah… But I would probably eat them before even getting home.

Roméo: You’re really not making this easy. At least, I don’t have to buy him anything. Ah, the joy of being me!

Chris: That’s pretty unfair if you ask me.

Roméo: Oh, but I’m still getting him something.

Chris: Really? What did you buy him? Maybe I could say we purchased it together?

Roméo: Err… I didn't purchase it per se. More like… chased it. I’m keeping it somewhere in the garden. But I can’t find the head, I hope he doesn’t mind.

Chris: I think I’m going to throw up.