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"What game do you wanna play, Quackity from Las Nevadas?"
"I've told you like four times, you can pick!"
"But I only know how to play Go Fish!"
"Okay, then let's play Go Fish."
"Hm. Can you teach me another game?"
"Well, sure. Was there something you had in mind?"
"Ooh! I saw you playing Blackjack with Wilbur from the grave, that looked pretty fun!"
"From the grave? That's funny. Yeah, Blackjack is pretty easy. You need a 52 card deck before you can play though. Yknow where it went?"
"Oh yeah, it's right here!" Slime excitedly opened a drawer and gave Quackity the deck.
"Thanks. So, you basically draw one card face-up, then another face-down, and then I do the same. The two cards have to get as close to twenty-one as they can, and whoever's closer wins. You wanna give it a go?"
"Yeah, sounds fun! Do you have to get exactly twenty-one?"
"No, just closer than the other person. Who's shuffling?"
.............
"Dude, I swear you're cheating somehow." Quackity said frustratedly, the pair on their sixth game. They drew again, his cards adding up to fifteen and Slime's adding up to nineteen. "How the fuck?! This is like, the biggest case of beginner's luck ever!"
"Haha! Did I win again?"
"...Yes, you won again."
"If we were gambling, you'd be in all the debt!" Slime laughed.
"Yes, I would! This is a bullshit-ass game is what this is." They drew the last four cards, taking two each. Slime's cards added up to twelve and Quackity's added up to ten.
"What the fuck is that?" Quackity almost yelled, making Slime laugh harder.
"Youho look lihike a tomatoho!"
"Wh- duhude, what?" Quackity started laughing too now, frustration disappearing.
"Did I win the game?!" Slime asked excitedly.
"Yeah, you beat the hell out of me!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you got hurt!"
"Oh no, it was just a joke."
"Oh, I thought I messed up!"
"Nah. I think I messed up, I was off my game today."
"That's so funny, I thought you were the card game king!"
"Well, I was, until you showed up!" Quackity joked.
"Haha! I'm the king now, you're my jester."
"Is it because I'm funnier than you?"
"How dare you? I'm the funniest member of Las Nevadas!"
"Okay, then why am I the jester and not you? Doesn't make sense."
"I've made you laugh like a hundred times!"
"I bet I've made you laugh two hundred times."
"No way, I've definitely made you laugh more."
"You know what? Yeah."
"Really?!"
"Really! Which means, I'll have to even the score!" Quackity wiggled his fingers menacingly.
"How? Wiggling your bones isn't that funny, is it?" Slime remained oblivious.
"Do you not know what I mean?"
"No, I don't get it!"
"Oh, so you don't know what tickling is?"
"No. Ooh, is it a joke?"
"Y'know what? Yeah, a really funny joke. Makes you laugh a whole lot. I bet I'll win then."
"No, I bet I can keep quiet."
"I bet you can't. Lie down real quick, it'll be easier that way." The slime instantly obliged, Quackity sitting down beside him. "O-kay! Tell me if you want to stop, alright?"
"Why would I wanna stop laughing?"
"It might give you a headache or something, I don't know."
"Those are the good headaches!"
"Yeah, exactly! Can you put your arms up?"
"Uh-huh. Why though?"
"Because of this!" Quackity wasted no time going for his best friend's ribs, poking them as if they were piano keys.
"Wahahait, what ihis that?" Quackity paused for a moment.
"I told you, it makes you laugh a lot!"
"Ihit feels funny!"
"Yeah, I bet. How can you even be ticklish?"
"I don't know! It's fun though, can you keep going?"
"Oh, really? Funny that you should say that, because I have the perfect friend for you to meet."
"A new friend?"
"Yep! You can call him.. The tickle monster!"
"Monster?!"
"Nah, it's actually just me! I have a theory though."
"What is it?"
"I remember you telling me that you were more sensitive in places with less bones. So what if I tickled.. here!" Quackity started going for Slime's stomach, the latter's laughter turning squeaky.
"Hehey, Quahackity!"
"Yes? What seems to be the trouble?"
"Ihit tihickles!"
"I bet it does! I think my theory was pretty spot-on, dontcha think? How about I try this?" Quackity moved one hand to his friend's underarms.
"WAHAIT, QUAHACKITY!" Slime's arms came crashing down, causing Quackity to pause.
"Oho wow, you okay?"
"Yehehea, I'm fine. Goho somewhere ehelse though, plehease."
This continued for a while until both were getting tired and Slime was out of breath.
"Oho my gohosh, Ihi think you wihin."
"Haha! Now I'm the king AND the jester!"
"Hm. Quackity from Las Nevadas, are you ticklish?"
"Um, well I.. kind of."
"Really? I'm gonna be the better jester."
"Nah, nah. I was just lying, you can't make me laugh if I'm not ticklish."
"Hmm, are you lying?"
"No, no no. Why would I- EE!" Quackity shrieked as Slime poked his side.
"Haha! I knew it! You're a liar! And you told me what liars get, right? Punishment!"
"Nono, wahait, I'm sorry!"
"I think it's my turn to make you laugh now!"