Excerpt: When The Music Stops

Mick stood in the center of Keller’s living room, directly between the couch and the television. Needless to say he was really ticking off the couches occupents.
“I demand that from now on you must all refer to me as Sir Mick, his royal highness and ruler of all of The Game!” He was wearing a lime green bath robe. It had a llama on it.
“Move it or lose it Sir Mick his royal highness and ruler of all of The Game.” Keller came in with a plate full of cookies. She handed them over to the emaciated, or so they said, cookie-vors that occupied the couch.
“Why the sudden name change?” John was inhaling a chocolate chip cookie and his words came out a tad bit muffled.
“I chose the name, peasant, because I have officially defeated The Game.”
“Good for you.”
“Do not feign knowledge peasant. For I know that you know not about which I refer to and am hence forth soverign ruler of.” The twins just rolled their eyes and waited patiently for Mick to end his current scitzophrenic episode so they could get back to watching tv. Keller just shook her head and leaned over John so that she could get a better view of the tv behind Mick’s bulk.
“Babe, I love you and all, and I really can’t complain when you drape yourself over me like that, but you are restriciting my reach and access to the cookies.” Keller laughed and pretended to be annoyed with him as she pushed herself back up.
“Sir Mick his royal higness and ruler of all of The Game?” She asked him gently in the same way you would talk to a small child throwing a tantrum.
“Yes peasant?”
"You make a horrible window.”
“Oh.”
“Could you sit down or something?” Meggan asked.
“Glad you could resurface long enough to control your scitsophrenic boyfriend.” Keller snorted.
“No problem, Keller. Glad I could be of service.” She jumped her sister when she tried to sneak a peanut butter cookie. “No mine! She made them for me!”