Squall slammed the Bahamut card down on the table. "I never liked this game anyway."

    "You are only saying that because you lost. Admit it, I'm better than you," Rinoa replied with a smug look on her face.

    "Hmph!" Squall let out as he got up and walked out of his room. I can't believe I lost the Bahamut card to Rinoa! To Rinoa of all people! I don't lose at triple triad! How can this be? She doesn't even know how to play. She just got lucky, that's all....Yeah, I can win it back, no problem! Squall turned around, planning to head back into his room for a rematch with Rinoa, but just as he turned, he was hit hard by a person who was walking right behind him.

    "Ouch!" Selfie screamed as she hit the floor. "Squall! Why don't you watch where you are going!?"

    Why don't I watch where I am going? Squall thought to himself as he looked down, sternly, at Selfie. YOU shouldn't even be here! I don't know why you are still here. Weren't you supposed to go back to Trabia last month after we defeated Ultimacia? But, NOOOO! You just HAD to stay here! WHY? WHY CAN"T YOU JUST GO BACK TO WHERE YOU BELONG?!!

    "Squall," Selfie said in her whinny voice as she rose, "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

    Oh, great! Now she wants to talk to me he thought as he nodded half-heartedly. I should have just run off when I had the chance. How do I get myself into these things? I wish I would have just stayed in that void I was in before we came home. I think I would have been much happier there. I know I would still have my Bahamut card.

    "Squall! Are you paying attention?" the brown-haired annoyance asked.

    "What? Yeah....what were you saying? Something about talking?"

    Selfie giggled, "Of course, silly! I wanted to ask you something...You're a guy, right?"

    Oh, no. It's going to be something lame. I know just know it.

    "Well, it's Irvine's birthday soon...and...I was wondering if you had any ideas on what I should get him? You know I think it should be something special....Something to show him how much I...."

   "Irvine?" Squall replied, "Who's that?"

    "SQUOO-AALLL!" the pitiful excuse for a human being whinned, "You know who Irvine is! A SeeD! My boyfriend! Come on, he helped us kill Ultimacia!"

    Oh, right. That guy. I was wondering who that was... I never really payed much attention to those guys. "Why don't you get him a year's supply of hotdogs...he likes those."

    "Uhm...earth to Squall!! That's Zell, duh!"

    "Oh." Squall mumbled. Hmm...Zell...I wonder what he's up to. Probably stuffing himself with hotdogs...Is it just me or is he hyperactive? I don't think it's just me. He's way too energetic. Always hitting something. Yeah, that makes sense. He's too hyperactive so he's gotta hit something every once in while. Kinda like me....except that I don't hit stuff because I am too hyperactive. Why DO I hit stuff anyway? Probably because this place sucks. If I didn't hit something, I would probably kill myself. Yeah, that seems logical. Logic is logic on it's own. You don't have to be smart to be logical, but you have to be logical to be smart....or is it the other way around? Maybe that's not logical? Speaking of not logical, what's the deal with that guy that wears that cowboy hat? Is that a dumb hat or what? I wouldn't even wear a hat, let alone a hat like that. I wonder who made the first hat? Probably some bald guy who didn't want people to know he was bald. Man, I hope I never go bald. Then I would have to wear a hat....

    "Squall!"

    "Huh? Uhm...you mean that guy with the hat, then, right? Why don't you get him...a new hat...something not so...stupid."

    "I like that hat!" Selfie retorted.

    "Uhm...how about a gun?"

    "Hmph! Fine. If you won't be any help, I will just go ask Quistis!"

    "Who?"