Like the Force
"You know, Heero, they say that duct tape is like the Force..."
Heero's eyes went skyward and he snatched the roll from Duo. "Dark side. Light side. Holds the universe together. Heard it a million times."
"You need some better jokes."
"You could at least pretend to laugh," Duo said, miffed.
"Sure, I could, just like I could slap a piece of this tape over your mouth so I wouldn't have to worry about any other tired jokes falling out of it."
"Well, aren't you Mr. Grumpypants this morning."
"And whose fault is that?" Heero muttered. Elbowing Duo out of the way, he tore off a strip of tape with his teeth. Slowly, and with all the care and precision required when performing a crucial repair to the exterior of a space-going vessel, Heero attached the tape to the coffee-maker.
Duo held his hands up in his defense. "Hey, don't look at me, it was working perfectly fine last night."
"But you were the last one to use it."
Duo shrugged helplessly and slouched against the counter, his elbows propped up on the tile. "Aww, come on, sunshine, turn that frown upside-down."
Heero held the roll of duct tape aloft threateningly.
"Who needs coffee, anyway. How about a steaming cup of man, instead?" Duo said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. He added a twist to his hips for extra emphasis. "You can get your Maxwell House Special Blend right here, baby."
The roll of tape made an ominous zipping sound as Heero readied a fresh piece.
"I take it back. I take it back!" Duo laughed as he beat a hasty retreat. "But you don't know what you're missing!" His Batman print bathrobe flared out behind him, ties trailing as he fled.
"It's good to the last drop!"