"You just don't get it, do you?", she poked.
"What?!", he snapped.
"Can't you tell there's great friction going on?", she teased.
"What do you want me to do about it?", he defended.
"Aren't you able to come up with some kind of idea?", she dared.
"Why???", he dogged.
"How much longer can we go on like this?", she moaned.
