"YES, I'M A PRETTY BOY," Kyuhyun sang, his arms swinging side to side sloppily as he sang GD's crayon.

"With that face? Sweetheart, you'd need plastic surgery," Heechul drawled, stabbing the table with his pen. He was trying to write a letter to that old man (Leetack or Jungseen, whatever his name was) but a certain idiot was high off sugar. Said idiot was distracting him too much with that annoyingly loud mouth of his. Where did the old man hide the duct tape?

"OH HYUNG, PLEASE. NO NEED TO BE JEALOUS OF THIS NICE ," Kyuhyun screeched back, jumping onto the table the shemale was abusing, before attempting to do 'Single Ladies.'

Swaying his hips to and forth, the curly haired moron snatched Heenim's pen and began singing. "IF YOUUUUU LIKEEEDDD IIIIEEETTT, YOOUUU SHOOULLLDAAAA PUUUT A RRRIIIENNNNG OOONNN IIIIEEEETTT," he sang, eyes watering due to the intense stare he gave Heechul. He jutted his hip out a little more (just to emphasize the dance) before pointing to his ring finger. Of course in his suger haze, he didn't notice his one man audience glowering at him from the seat next to the table.

After trying to hint Heechul needed to propose to someone, he hopped down from the table before whipping around his head to look at the elder. His lips curved into a smirk, eyes sparkling with mischief. The other glared back with lasers, almost burning holes into the maknae's acne-scarred face. Of course-it wouldn't make any difference because the maknae already had horrible skin.The younger's mouth then opened, and the words that followed made Heenim shrivel up on the inside.

"Let me show you how to walk like a ."