"Dude," for several days Chris had refrained, but his roommate's persistent melancholy forced the question, "what crawled into your butthole and died?"
Travis stood and turned the corner of the couch so quickly Chris was convinced he had wounded his feelings by prying. Instead, Travis returned seconds later carrying a box of red Bicycle playing cards.
He shoved the deck into Chris' hands, turned his back to him and placed a couch cushion in front of his own face, muffling his words, "I'll do this and you pick two cards.
"The four of diamonds is in your left hand and the six of clubs is in your right, and you're wondering if it's the nine or the six, thinking that you can't ever remember if the line is on top or bottom."
An infinity of curiosities clamored for front of the line, but before Chris could utter the first, Travis answered, "Four days ago, and no it is not cool."