Isaac and Zac
Isaac helped Zac move his things back into his room.
"She is so bessotted with me it's... it's..." Isaac was saying.
"Scary? Unnerving? Disturbing?" Zac suggested.
"All of the above. And more."
"Mmm... sorry man."
"No, no, don't blame yourself. The situation was... what it was. And even now, I would still have gone out with her on that date if it meant we could get you out of that situation. I just wish I could shake her off. She's really grinding my nerves."
"I understand that. And I will be grateful to you for the rest of your life."
Isaac laughed.
"If you can help me get rid of her, I'll call it even."
Zac grinned.
"Well... how do you get rid of someone who's besotted with you?"
"That's what I'm trying to figure out. And the problem is, I can't just dump her and ignore her and stuff. She is that obsessed it just... it wouldn't work."
"Hmm... then I suppose you should try to get her to dump you."
"Yeah, but how? I don't think she's going to get sick of me any time soon."
"So, make her get sick of you. Start acting like someone else. You could try smothering her with kindness."
"She'd probably like that."
"Become abusive?"
"Me? Be abusive? I don't think so. She'd probably press charges anyway," Isaac winced. "She makes me think of Tay's stalker. She'll probably thrive on the publicity."
"Well, maybe just stick to verbal abuse. Umm... what about developing a bad habit?"
"You're full of ideas today, aren't you?"
"Yep."
"What kind of bad habit?"
"I dunno. Well, you already pick your nose. Maybe you should start doing that in front of her," a gleeful expression crossed his face, "and wipe the boogas on her clothes."
Isaac laughed, and the two continued discussing ways to make Isis get sick of Ike enough to dump him.