"Godammit, Jesse, why are you so tall?" grumbled Algernon, standing on his toes and still struggling to reach Jesse's forehead.
"When you put me up against my Dad and my brothers, I'm actually one of the shorter ones," he said.
Algernon didn't seem to be listening. "Kirby, fetch me that stool."
"Fuck off," he hissed, turning a page over in his notebook, scribbling away.
"Why not?"
"Just say please," whispered Jesse.
Algernon raised his eyebrows, but was smart enough not to question it. "Please Kirby, would you mind oh so terribly if you could spare a few precious seconds of your life and pass me that infernal stool?"
