"Okay, Marik." Bakura crossed his arms and leaned against the wall that was closest to him in the narrow alleyway. "What is your plan?"

"I'm glad you asked." Marik's smile widened. "You will stab yourself in the arm!"

Bakura was silent for a moment before saying, "What?!"

"I said . . . You, as in you. The grumpy person standing in front of me. You. You shall stab, as in take a sharp object and-"

"I know what you bloody well meant!"

"Than what's the [EFFING] holdup?!"

"How is stabbing myself in the arm going to work in this plan of yours?"

"After you stab yourself I shall pretend that I'm helping you. And after Yugi's friends see me helping you they will beg me to be there friend. Helping a friend in need makes me a friend indeed."

"Uh-huh."

"My plan is brilliant. Brilliant, I say!"

"And what if I refuse to cooperate? I mean, who in their right mind would voluntarily cut themselves for a job?"

"Shia LaBeouf did it."

"Besides him."

"You will obey me because I command you to! And if you don't obey me I will make you!"

"How?"

Marik grinned and held up his Millennium Rod. "With this! . . . Oh wait." He lowered his Millennium item. "Is your name by any chance Steve?"

"No, it is not."

"Damn it!" Marik began to pace and did so for a whole ten seconds before stopping, all of his confidence restored. "Then I shall find a Steve and force him to force you to do my bidding!"

"Let him try."

"Yes! . . . Wait, what?"

"Let him try." Bakura repeated as his lips formed an eager grin. "It's been quite some time since I've killed anybody."

"Okay, um. Scratch that plan." After thinking about it for a little while, Marik said, "You're British."

"Last time I checked."

Marik shrugged. "We'll just say you have Wanker's Cramp then."

"If anyone here is a 'wanker' it's you."

"Are you going to cooperate or not?"

"Well, I suppose this is better than your other plan so, yes."

"Perfect! Now let us put my brilliant plan into action!"

And thus Wanker's Cramp was born . . .