"Thanks again for stopping by…it was really nice of you to!"

"Ahaha, no problem, huh? Sorry again for that mishap at the beginning, didn't mean to go all batshit on you…"

"S'all right…! I do kind of look a lot like my brother, eh?" The forgiveness was audible.

"It's insane, yeah! You're much nicer, though, hehehe…"

"Do you think so, really?" Surprise. "Seriously, thanks. You don't have to say that."

"No problem, man, it's the truth. Your bro's an asshole, but it's great to see you're not!" Kindness, here.

"I think if I thank you again it'll start to be a bit weird." Joint laughter, though the Cuban's was more exuberant. "You're welcome by any time you want, eh?"

"I know, you already told me earlier, man."

"Right, right – well, I just wanted – "

"No problem! And hey, someone's gotta eat that ice cream with you, huh?"

"Yeah! Well, a – "

"Did someone say ice cream? Hell, I'm in the mood for ice cream!" A holler from below, and the Cuban's eyes narrowed.

"Is that – "

"Depends on who you – "

"Is it an awesome flavour, though? Gotta be good if I'm gonna have it, Mattie!"

A Canadian face pales at the realization of what the Cuban must be thinking. "It's not what you – "

"That sounds an awful lot like your – "

"Right, birdie, I gotta ask – can you bring that ice cream down here? I'm really tired, last night was a hell of a night, 'f you know what I mean – " obnoxious laughter from the floor below, and the tightening of the Cuban's jaw – "even though it was way awesome – "

"Please don't," pleads the Canadian.

"SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU AMERICAN BASTARD, BEFORE I COME DOWN THERE AND MAKE YOU!"

Silence. The Canadian has his face in his hands and the Cuban's fists are clenched in anger.

"IF YOU WANT AN AMERICAN, GO SOUTH, DUMMKOPF, THERE'S ONLY AN AWESOME PRUSSIAN OVER HERE!" A proud yell from below, and a groan from the Canadian.

"What the – "

"I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry."

"The fuck did he mean about last night if he wasn't talking about the Super Bowl – "

"Well, thanks again for coming over, it was really nice to see you – "

"Is he leaving? Good riddance, birdie, awesome does need to be left to its own devices sometimes and that includes both of us – "

"What the – why are you pushing me – "

"I'm really sorry, I'm so sorry, really, but he's sick and I've got to go take care of him, delirious, you know – "

"Okay, I get it, have fun, man – "

"That's not what I – "

"Thanks, friend, we will!" came the yell again, and the door shut with a sigh.