It's Pronounced Mrotek, Baby

"Hey! Give it back!"

"Not until you admit you love me!"

"Gasp! Never!"

"Well, this is my Capri Sun now."

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

He took the straw and plunged it into the heart of the Capri Sun and began drinking. He was a dead man.

"Oh. You've crossed the line."

His eyes grew wide as I lunged at him and knocked him to the floor. I kicked him in the unmentionables and cried out a victory yell as he gave up the Sun. I won.

"Don't. Take. My. Capri. Sun."

He kept crying out in pain on the floor and I could tell that he regretted the stealing of the drink.

"Suck it up! Take it like a man!"

"I can't! A man has certain things that hurt when kicked."

"Well, what can I do to help?"

"Say that you're my girlfriend."