[Kuzco]: 212.Guy's talk

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Guy's talk:

Quietly playing Halo, 4 friends in the middle of a sleep over reach the point where it’s time for a random conversation.
“You know what’s funny?” Charlie asked.
“What?” John questioned back.
“Well, Tony, you the one who says nothing’s impossible right?”
“Impossible is nothing.” Tony confirmed.”
“Well, it’s impossible for two pictures to turn out equal.”
Tony sighed momentarily thinking before replying with a bored tone.
“Nope… freeze every molecule, every quark, every atom of the body. Stop it in time and space as an isolated event and take two pictures.”
Charlie and John stared at him in surprise, mouth opened with an awkward gaze.
“Jesus man…” Charlie commented, not noticing as Aaron’s Master Chief creped behind his to kill him.
“What? You asked.” Tony said with a smile.
“Aw! You freaking cheaters! Who killed me? I wasn’t looking.” Charlie complained.
“Well say something, I was looking so I didn’t notice.” Aaron defended himself, glad he was now in first place.
“Asshole… but seriously guys, think about it. You can’t take two pictures alike; they just don’t come out the same.” He again pointed out.
“Yeah, that is funny.” Aaron commented as he put a bullet through Charlie’s head.
“Aw c’mon, if you don’t move anything, it’ll come out the same.” John argued.
“Nah man. Really, think about it. It won’t. That’s just how complex a face is. An expression ya know? You got your eyes, your ears, your mouth, lips, nose, cheeks, hair style position, eye brows, eye lashes, eye lids, eyes, eye cavities, facial hair, other kinda hairs.”
“There’re other kinds of hair in the face?” John asked comically sceptical. 
“Yeah, ears or noses’ airs.”
“Wow, you know what a face’s made of!” Aaron remarked. “I’m impressed.” They laughed.
“hahahah, no but really. Makes you think why we keep searching for the perfect body when everything’s about the face. I mean, asses can be alike, boobs too, hips, slim or fat, legs, height, and eye colour even. There can still be, you know, quite the quantity of different aspects meshing together, but you’re bound to find about a dozen with the acceptable if not perfect fusion of body characteristics right?”
“…That’s a lotta words man…” John complained slowly.
“Ugh…holy ignorance.” Tony commented as he “shotgunned” down John’s player. “Man that never felt so good.” They laughed at that but Charlie doesn’t let the ball roll.
“Hey hey hey, focus, focus. Am I right or what?”
“Yes you’re right! We all understand the concept.”
“So it’s all about the face ya know? Cuz like, after a couple of years, months even, you can get tired of the body, just like you get tired of halo.”
“You take that back!” Aaron shouted, in all seriousness. “You take that back right now! Halo is my religion.”
“Dude! Trying to illustrate a point here, shut up. But eventually you do, that’s why John here can’t keep a girl for more than 4 months and that was a record.”
“Hey! I resent that.”
“Shut up John, don’t you dare.” Charlie threatened.
“Let the man talk already.” Tony asked.
“Thank you.” He thanked with a head bow. “Alright, so, after that time you’re gonna need something nice to look at, you know, that don’t necessarily look like melons.”
“Or water-melons…now that’s big.”
“Leave the pervert outside John, Charlie’s trying to be intelligent.” Tony again asked this time offending John.
“You saying I ain’t intelligent?” Tony looked at him for a couple of seconds.
“Yes.” He stated.
John looked at him surprised, half in shock before breaking into a laugh: “Hahahahahah you son of a bitch.”
“Hahaha, no but c’mon. Really, what really pays in a gal is the face. Short term or long term. You with me?”
“NO!” John immediately answers. “I know that notion may be as… comfortable as love is for you hold-out-till-perfect-woman-comes kinda guys. But since you make most of the sex with your eyes closed, face don’t matter much.”
“You’d kiss a face you’d find repugnant?” “I’m not holding out for anything!” Charlie and Aaron said at the same time.
“Again, you can close your eyes when it matters. And kissing is the only time it matters. And I know Aaron, you’re just picky.”
“If picky’s not going for prostitutes then yeah, I am very picky!” Aaron replied with spite. 
“Well let’s forget mister “I’m making a collection” for a second here. What I love more about my girlfriend is her face. Her facial expression, her smile, her sweet…”
“Dude! We just ate! Shut up.” John complained as he overcame Aaron’s frag score.
“I agree with Charlie. Though their figures are responsible for drawing our brain to our balls eventually they loose that effect and though I might agree that a sexy body goes a long way, no relationship will hold if you don’t consider the girl’s face beautiful.”
“That’s what I’m saying. Physically speaking… to find a face pretty is more important than whatever we may think of the body. You can’t appreciate or cope with her personality if you can’t bear looking at her.”
“I think I got a girl pregnant…” John threw out, out of nowhere, all of a sudden. And like a gunshot, it soared and echoed in everyone’s mind. Even Halo went quiet in respect.
“Jesus…” Aaron commented. “How so?”
“She told me she was pregnant.” He replied.
“For sure?” Charlie asked.
“She says it’s for sure but I’m not going to believe her ‘till I see a fat chick in front of me.” John explained. They resumed their shoot out in the X-box and quietly waited for someone to say something. Took a whole game match where every one of them sucked.
“That sucks…” “What’re you gonna do?” Charlie asked over Aaron’s comment.
“I dunno…if she is pregnant… I just dunno.”
“It’s not the end of the world.” Tony said as he glued a grenade to Aaron’s master chief. “It may seem like it, but it’s not. Your parents, her parents. Everyone underestimates parents and what they can do for us; terrible thing no doubt, but not the end of the world.”
“Guess you’re right…”
“Why do you that anyways?” Aaron asked.
“What?”
“That! Why do you go for any female humanoid that crosses your path?”
“I’m like a car; if they’re willing to ride me, why not?”
“It’s just…haven’t you ever thought that sex, like almost everything, may very well have quality over quantity?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, has every experience with a girl been the same?”
“No, of course not.”
“Have you ever asked yourself that it might be because you like them differently? It’s best with whom you like the most?”
“Word is turn on, not like.” John said with a smile.
“Stop that, seriously. It’s just… in a world driven by superficiality and actors playing parts and all that jazz; full of players on both sides of the fence, MVPs, WVPs, NVPs… all kinda players. I’m just a person who asks questions and I gotta ask why the hell we have to play?”
“It’s the game man. Only way to get it is to win at the game; you can’t win if you don’t play.” John argued.
“It’s just…your sexual angst, your need that you satisfy so often…you’re making it just a need. I’m hungry, I’ll eat; I’m thirsty, I’ll drink; I’m sleepy, I’ll sleep; I’m horny, I’ll hump. It’s supposed to be more than that; more than the animalistic hormone driven impulse to fulfil a biological need. Know what I’m saying?”
“I do.” Tony said.
“What’re you talking about Tony? You’re almost as bad as I am.”
“No, because I’m looking. I know what I’m looking for. I don’t play any games; I get interested, she’s interested cool. We go for it, I get uninterested? She gets uninterested? We get out. Broken or not, we do and hope the other understands.”
“That’s what I do in silver lining.”
“No, I have never cheated. I have never lied about myself or intentions or even opinions or likes. I have never betrayed their trust even when they betray mine. The nature of my number of experiences is very different from yours. You will, as he says, hump…on the first date, even before because that’s what you want. I want connection, I want above biology because, as Charlie mentioned, I believe we are above that. We are but animals, but we’re still far superior hence being able to do more than mate.”
John looked at the screen, blankly playing out his master chief and winning the match.
“I just…is it really different Tony?”
“Yes. Passion’s about more than sexual hormones. Love too.”
“But how can it be different?”
“I dunno how. And quite frankly, that’s one of this life’s answers which I find unimportant.”
“heh… a connection.”
“Feels so good you don’t need sex.” Charlie said with a smile.
“Whoah there…watch your mouth. He needs baby steps Charlie, baby steps.” Tony jested.
“Mental, emotional, inner connection…sounds good.” He whispered, smiling.