"You're the reason I died." Zeke said to Lucas, "You killed me years ago on the inside with your steroids and other drugs."

"That was your fault." Lucas said, "You made that choice."

"Wooo, steroids!" I say.
(Sorry, but my brother and I kind of made this super ridiculous joke about steroids XD)

(My sister makes jokes about drugs all the time. We watched a commercial for Chinese noodles that used 7 different drugs as a joke)

"They were to enhance my football career, make me the best." Zeke said.

"And you got caught, your autopsy reported an amount of steroids that would of killed most people." Lucas said.

"Oh. I never really liked football. Or sports in general. Wait, is commiting mass crimes a sport?" I ask.

"No," Both Zeke and Lucas said, "That's a Capitol crime."

"Oh, never mind, then." I say, twirling my knife.

"I never forced you to take them." Lucas said, "Think about, who was the one who wanted to be the best running back in the history of high school football, and solved that through steroids."

"You still made them tempting," I point out. "You could've showed him the wrongs to drugs."

"I'm a drug dealer, not a health teacher, he knew that." Lucas said.

"Drug dealing is against the law." I say.
(OH THE IRONY XD)

"Oh yeah like you should talk about the law!" Lucas said.

"But I can get away with it," I say, making my eyes all sparkly to prove how innocent I can appear.

"There's a blood stain on your shirt." Lucas said.

"It's a hand print." I say, "People cannot escape their demise by pushing me away."

(GTG)

"Yeah, real innocent." Lucas said.