"I was on vacation," said Mr. X.
"Vacation? I mean, vacation, vacation? As in vacation?" said Mr. Y.
"Yeah, 'twas fun, partied all night long and ate like a pig."
"Pigs eat crap and weird stuff," replied Mr. Y with a wrinkled nose.
"It's just a figure of speech. We ate a lot."
"What kinda food?"
"Mexican, Mexican, Mexican, and Mexican. Did I mention Mexican?"
"Very funny, I'm not that stupid." Mr Y turned a little red.
"Didn't say that, no labels here," said Mr X sorta apologizing.
Always fighting, they could never get along. Sighing, Mr. X went back to its place, right between Mr. E and Miss. I. Dragging its feet Mr. Y went back to its old house where Mr. U waited for him.
The wall smiled proudly, she wore travel posters from all sorts of countries. Proud Mr. X lived in "Mexico," while Mr. Y lived in the old "Yugoslavia."
