"There's going to be so many people, and everyone's performance looks so good. I think I'm going to vomit." Jamie groaned nervously as he clutched his stomach.
"Hold it in or go far away."
"As my team leader, you're supposed to be sympathetic and comfort me," Jamie grumbled while looking offended.
"There, there?" Ari used the cane to pat Jamie's back from a distance before continuing in an unsympathetic voice, "Please throw up in a trash can far, far away from me and make sure it doesn't get on your clothes or your hair."
"Mean! Harsh!"
"Life is harsh. This fur coat is expensive, and I'm too young to get killed by that drunk, angry woman for getting vomit on it."
"Still. That's harsh."
"You two, back there! Stop fooling around!"
"Sorry."
"Sorry."
Ari immediately apologized to the staff member who had given him a dirty look.
