Twang Splat! Plop

 Oh yeah the apple, says Sweezus. It rolled out of the fruit bowl.

Not off Terence's head? says Gaius.

What? says Sweezus. 

Never mind, says Gaius. It was a jocular reference. I believe Terence is listening to William Tell. 

Hey, yeah! says Sweezus. I'd forgotten. Dude shot an apple.

Off his son's head, says Gaius. 

Crazy! says Sweezus. 

He was an excellent shot with the cross bow, says Gaius. 

Anyone can fuck up, says Sweezus.

He had two arrows ready, says Gaius. If his son died, the second one was to shoot the despot who forced him to do it.

Cool story, says Sweezus.

Indeed, says Gaius. 

Terence takes off his head phones.

It's finished, says Terence. 

Want it again? asks Sweezus.

No, says Terence. I'm too sad.

How come? asks Sweezus.

I'm remembering Buster, says Terence. 

That was long ago, says Gaius. Buster will be an old pony now.

I had lessons on Buster, says Terence. He tried to make me fall off.

I remember, says Gaius.

And he tried not to let me get on, says Terence.

But you did it, says Sweezus.

And I got a certificate, says Terence.

Yes, the certificate, says Gaius.

And I lost it, says Terence. 

You don't need it to ride on a clothes horse, says Sweezus. 

Or a bolster, says Gaius.

Cheer up, says Sweezus. Gaius was telling me a cool story about William Tell.

Ahem... says Gaius.

Did he have a pony? asks Terence.

Probably, says Sweezus. He was also good at shooting with a bow and arrow. He was so good he could shoot an apple off his little kid's head.

But he wouldn't, says Terence.

No, he DID! says Sweezus. Some guy made him. Twang. Splat! Plop. The arrow split the apple.

But what if he missed and killed his own kid...? asks Terence.

He was a super accurate shooter, says Sweezus. 

But was the kid scared? asks Terence. 

He wasn't says Sweezus. He would've trusted his dad.

I wouldn't, says Terence.

Sweezus thinks, Yeah, I wouldn't either.