Woke up in the morning with this short blurb in my head...just for fun.
Argus: We have to talk.
Writer: This sounds serious.
Argus: Why do I keep getting shot? Why can’t someone else get shot? Why does it always have to be me?
Writer: Oh. That's what's bothering you?
Avon: He's sulking.
Argus: I am not!
Avon: Maybe if you duck once it a while.
Argus: Shut up, Avon.
Avon (sarcastically): Or perhaps body armour. I can see why Reya pictured you in a full suit of armour. Do heroes have an inability to duck?
Argus (glares at him and then stalks out) I'm going to find Reya.
Avon: Now that he's gone...
Writer: You have something to say too?
Avon: About this situation with Cally.
Writer (apprehensively): Yes?
Avon: I want to know your intentions.
Writer: You're getting impatient?
Avon: It's not that. Well, perhaps a little.
Writer: Don't worry. You will both get there in the end. I promise. You're both just very difficult characters to work with.
Avon: You mean, I am.
Writer: Well, I didn't want to say it. You're not exactly the most cooperative character.
Avon: I will be watching.
Writer: Oh great.