"Hey!! HUNDRED!!!! Get up from that r-o-c-k 1,0089." Eighty came racing like usual to Hundred. "Don't speak like that Eighty. That so called language is quite revolting." Hundred got up from the r-o-c-k 1,0089 dusting the dirt off from there skin. 

"You're always so formal nowawdays its so revolting." Eighty mimicked Hundred while shuffling on there feet. "Well I dont desire to break the rules unlike you." Hundred touched the keratin that was ingrained in her scalp while looking at their commrades immaturity.

"Its bending the rules, not breaking them. But hey! When did you get so boring?" Eighty twisted there head sideways in a questoning like matter. Hundred was about to reply but Eighty beat Hundred to it. "I remember now. It was that day ever since you met that Million category 1. You want be like Million?" Hundred grunted thinking back to that state.