“Hey!! What are you doing in here?!” the doctor from before yelled at Shade as he entered the room.

I turned my head so I could look at Shade, and it was worth straining my neck – he started acting again.

“What are you talking about? This is my room!” Shade replied with false confusion written across his face.

“Ooo, that gun must’ve hit you harder than we thought..” the doctor said, hand outstretched so he could pull Shade out of the room.

“No! This is my room!” Shade argued with the tone of a six-year old. “Let me go!!”

“Stop!”

“No!”

The doctor thought for a moment. “Okay, fine. You caught me – this is your room. Why don’t we go get a drink?”

“I don’t need one! I just got a drink from the dispenser in the bathroom beside the sink!” Shade replied cleverly. “You press the little button and a line of juice comes ou-”

“OHMYGOSH YOUVE EATEN SOAP !”

“Nuh-uh! It’s juice!” he struggled as the doctor rushed him out of my room.

Once they’re gone, I chuckle. He’s a wonderful actor.