Restart: Seagull and Crow Meet Once Again

"At least I'll be comfortable when I bleed out," Crow replied nonchalantly.

"One more chance, I'm warning you," he spat. "Get off the bed."

He moved closer and kicked Crow in the leg.

"Or what? You try to shoot me with your toy gun?" Crow asked, the condescension dripping from his voice. "Grow up."

Seagull jumped at him, punching him in the face.

"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled, forgetting his gun for the moment.

Crow just smiled, even as he moved to feel the poor part of his face that was now sore.

"You have to do something for me if you want me to shut up."

"Yeah? And what the fuck is that?" he demanded, grabbing Crow by the shirt.

"Suck the D," he whispered.

"...What."

"If you want me to shut the fuck up, you have to suck my dick," he gestured crudely, grinning.

"Why the hell would I do that?!" he demanded, for once more confused than angry. "I just want you to get the fuck off the bed and leave me alone!"

"Hm. No."

"Then what'll it take to make you move your fat ass, short of kicking it?" he asked, shaking him.

"I'm pretty sure I laid out the terms pretty obviously," he replied, cracking his knuckles. "Suck my dick."

"What if I just cut it off instead?" he asked bluntly.