FIRE: A Charlie & Adam Story

Definitely not inspired by that time I cut off the tip of my finger  and texted my mum to ask what to do.

Charlie: Do you have a fire extinguisher?

Adam: Why are you texting me to ask that?

Charlie: Take a wild guess.

Adam: Are you serious? Call the fire department!

Charlie: An exclamation point? My my. So dramatic.

Adam: Even I can be dramatic when there’s fire involved.

Charlie: It’s only a small fire.

Adam: I don’t think you understand how fire works. You need to stop texting me and put it out.

Charlie: What do you think I’m trying to do?

Adam: Texting for help when there’s a fire is ridiculous. Call 000. Now.

Charlie: No need to bother the firefighters. I’m sure I can deal with this myself.

Adam: No, you can’t.

Charlie: I can. I set it alight in a bin. It’s just burning for longer than I expected.

Adam: You set the fire?

Charlie: One of Lea’s hand-carved gnomes.

Adam: You could just tell her you don’t like them.

Charlie: No! She thinks it’s the neighbour who always destroys them. I can’t tell her now. She’ll figure out that I’m responsible and you can’t just tell something like that to a girl with a chainsaw.

Adam: I thought her chainsaw broke down?

Adam: I can’t believe I let myself get distracted. PUT OUT THE FIRE.

Charlie: With what?

Adam: Water?

Charlie: How? Carry the fire to the bathroom?

Adam: Where is it?

Charlie: My room.

Adam: You set a fire in your bedroom?

Charlie: As I already said, it’s in a bin. It’s contained. Calm your tits.

Adam: I don’t think I like you telling me to calm my tits.

Charlie: Then stop with the melodrama!

Adam: Can you bucket water onto it?

Charlie: I don’t want to spill it and make my carpet soggy. Maybe it will just go out itself.

Adam: Better a soggy carpet than a house burned to the ground.

Charlie: I can’t believe this thing’s still burning. I knew there was something demonic about it. Nothing would burn this long unless it had been forged in the bowels of hell.

Adam: What’s the bin made of?

Charlie: Metal, obviously. Give me some credit.

Adam: Does it have a lid?

Charlie: Yes.

Adam: Put the lid on. Carefully. Don’t burn yourself.

Charlie: I did it! Fire vanquished! Who needs the fire department?

Adam: Everyone. They’re very important.

Charlie: I know, I know. It’s like saying we don’t need doctors. Speaking of which …

Adam: You burned yourself?

Charlie: Yep.

Adam: I’ll be right there.

2 thoughts on “FIRE: A Charlie & Adam Story”

  1. So typical of Charlie. How Adam stays sane is beyond me. Looking forward to this one – we’ve been waiting awhile now.

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