Lord give me strength

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"And he completely ignores the actual facts and data I gave him, how stupid do you have to be-"

"That's not that bad" Florida's voice piped up from his place watching the microwave expectantly.

"So then Florida, what is the height of stupidity, to you?" California asks, worried for the reply.

"Uhm....DC- how tall are you?" He smiles at him as he walks in

"What?" He can tell it isn't a good smile (if he was being honest, he doesn't know when Florida would smile without some....other meaning)

Florida just smiles.

"So I missed something- what-" he turns in time to see California duck his head, snickering slightly.

"Uh-huh" Should he even ask? Wasn't worth it "Florida- you cant put tinfoil in the microwave-"

"Why not" the man whines

"Because it'll explode" DC rolls his eyes

"Exactly!"

"That's not-" He sighs "alright"

He hears Florida saying 'I told you so' on the way out but decides it's better not knowing, it's Florida.