"Dark-Were are you, Lightning Sword."
"Light-Here, Darkest Sword. I'm just holding a broken game console that my father made in his technology company."
"Dark-I'm gonna put it in my head."
Dark put the game console in his ear and he was in the game.
"Dark-Cool, enemies. Wanna be friends? What ya doing with that machine gun? Why ya firing bullets at me? Don't shoot me. Stop shooting me. Laser machine gun cannons. NO! My back. My head. My arms and legs. Not the neck. Not the... Aw, darn. You shot my neck. It's broken now."
Dark pulled the game console out of his ear and threw it.
"Dark-Hey, Light. Wanna play fix injury?"
"Light-Got something to do, Dark."
Light never had something to do. Dark had horrid injuries that no one wanted to look at.
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