Luke then took control of his left arm and knocked Ethan's arm from
his mouth. "I'm not whining! And, if we are stuck like this; it's your
fault."
"My fault!" Ethan glared at his son.
"Yes, your fault. First, if you hadn't insisted that we try this on
then we wouldn't be in this mess. Second, if you hadn't been pulling
on it so hard, the zipper wouldn't have broken!" Luke yelled as he
pushed his father's side away.
"If anything, this is your fault. You should have known how to unjam
the zipper if it got stuck. Just think, you could have been stuck to
Mark instead." Ethan yelled back as he shoved Luke's side away.
"I would rather be stuck to him then you. Then I wouldn't be stuck to
a FAT AND LAZY OLD GEEZER." Luke screamed.
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!!!" Ethan screamed as he slammed Luke's side of
the body on the ground.
All hell broke loose at this point as fist and kicks went flying. Luke tried punching his father out with both hand and feet, while Ethan
tried doing the same to Luke.
During the internal struggle, one of their arms crashed into the side
of Luke's nightstand, hard. The arm his it so hard that the lamp that
was on top fell off and smacked the conjoined duo in the heads.
Instantly, they were both rendered unconscious.