There was a small fly on the trash can beside the door, inside the lunch room of some random place of work.
"Why is it just sitting there?" John said.
"Don't know, it's chillin'," said George.
"How come we always want to kill 'em? Them flies?" asked John.
"Well....look at it, it's on a trash can, why not kill it?" said George.
"Well, isn't it a sin?" asked John.
"I wanna kill you sometimes, but is not a sin," said George.
"What you mean you want to kill me? Because I'm askin' about some fly? What you getting at?" confronted John.
"Why you ask such dumb questions? Why is a fly just sittin' there. Why can't you do some work for a change," he said. George got angry.
"I'm working. I'm here aren't I? It's called asking an intelligent question. You know…questions, meant to be discussed," said John.
They looked at the fly and it was still there, chillin' according to George.
"Let's kill it," said John.
"Why you gotta kill everything? This is why I should kill you, maybe you should stop bullyin' some small fly and start workin' and stop rollin' that paper," said George.
John took a piece of paper from the kitchen table and tried to hit the fly with the rolled paper, as George tried to stop it. They wrestled each other, trying to kill a fly and what looked like a simple discussion turned into a fight.
"Why can't you leave them flies alone? Anti-violence," said George.
"It's a fly! Let me do it!" yelled John, because his manliness somehow could diminish if the fly wasn't dead in a few seconds.
Their boss, Olaf, walked in. He asked them, "What's this kerfuffle? I'm writing both of you up because you're wrestling in the kitchen."
John grabbed the rolled piece of paper, and tried to kill the fly, but he missed. George slapped John on the back of his head and Olaf saw him.
"Nevermind, you're both fired. I told you to stop, but you didn't acknowledge me," said Olaf.
"What? It's just a fly and a small argument. Why did you fire me?" asked John.
George slapped John on the back of his head, then John punched George on his face so hard that John fell down and almost passed out.
"You know, it don't mean much, but it felt good. I'm on the same side of the fly," said George.
"You're a stupid crazy man! It's just a fly," said John, trying to get back on his feet.
Olaf, the boss, wiped the trash can and the fly was stuck to the piece of paper. He looked at the fly closely on the paper and thought it was already dead.
"Hahahahah....," Olaf laughed at them so loud because the fly didn't fly at all, until it did, into his mouth.
Gulp, Olaf swallowed it.
"Oooo...that's embarrassin'," said John.
"Yea, it sure is," said George.
"Don't you ever tell anyone!" Olaf said, throwing the paper into the trash.
"You bet," said George. "But, we need our jobs back." George nodded once and kept his chin to his chest and smiled. "Nothing to be ashamed of."
"Promise Boss," said John, smiling a tender smile.
Olaf clenched his teeth, and walked out of the lunch room in slight irritation and a bad mood.
"Wasn't our fault," said John to George.
"It's in intestines heaven now," George replied.
The end. Just write.