"Zombies?" Mike texted me, a regular occurrence whenever he feels like laying waste to Xbox zombies. And soon we were meeting online, complaining about the weapons we were given.
"Lemme go make a drink," I said, setting down my headset and returning a few minutes later.
"Mine's a cosmopolitan. Yours?" Mike said, baiting me into mocking his gayness.
"Martini," I said, declining to take the bait.
"See, we're not so different."
"Yeah. Except that I'm using the same olive as three nights ago."
Did Mike make the subsequent gurgling sounds, or was it just the zombies?