"I have no idea," Zane caught the Twix and bit into it, "And it's really weird considering I was gang leader too. I got away with that no problem, but a candy bar God forbid."
Patagonia laughed softly and rolled his eyes. "Yes, because a gang is totally okay."
"I know it's crazy!" Zane said.
"I'ma start calling you Mars Bar. It sounds gangster-chocolate-stealer-y enough, don't you think?" Patagonia smirked once more and stood, beginning to unpack his things slowly.
"If you start calling me that I will not hesitate to slit your throat," Zane looked at him eyes narrow. His face couldn't help but form a playful smile on the other hand. This was not helping his scary factor.
"Slit my throat with what? A plastic spoon? Face it dude, we're hopeless.' Payte slung his guitar case onto his bed, producing a loud thump. "Come at me, Mars Bar."