>Flapping around your head, she continues to bug you.
>“Come oooon! It's taken more time to argue about it than it would have to actually walk there!”
>Ha.
“No way I'm moving from here. I'm too comfortable to go get mangoes with you.”
>This chair is the best thing ever.
>Some guy with a funny hat sold you it.
>He seemed a little off, but of course if he had a funny hat then he couldn't be anything but honest.
>The damn thing has to be magical. No earthly thing could be this comfy.
>Her mane droops over her eyes.
>“You have to take meeeeee!”
“Why do I /have/ to?”
>She frowns at you, and you know full well why.
>“You're the one with all the bits! I have nothing in my change jar!”
>You chuckle away to yourself.
>Gloom Wing doesn't seem to understand why.
>“What's so funny, buster?”
>She finally stops spinning around your head and lands in front of you.
“You wanna know why your change jar is always empty?”
>Her head boops up and down.
“Because you're always spendin' it on goddamn mangoes.”
>Her mouth agape, she finally comes to the realisation.
>“Anon...”
>You flash her a toothy grin.
“Yes?”
>“Do I... do I have a problem?”
>Oboi, here we go.
“Well, I dunno about all that...”
>She gets on her knees.
>“Anon, pleeease don't send me to MM!”
“What the hell's MM?”
>“Mango Malcontents! It's where mango addicts like that silly Echo go to get cured!”
>Oh Jesus, these bats even have their own AA group.
>You're not sure if that's funny or sad.
“Oh, well, Gloomie... I just don't know. I mean, here you come, asking me for bits for more mangoes.”
>Her eyes start to glisten with liquid.
“Sounds like the behaviour of an addict to me, don't you think?”
>She begins to wail very loudly.
>“ANOOON! PLEAAASE! I'M BEGGING YOU HERE! Don't send me to that dreadful place!”
>Inside you're howling with laughter.
>Outside, you look as stone-cold as... well, stone.
“I'm sorry Gloom Wing, but unless you can prove to me that you're not addicted to mangoes, then I'll have no choice but to-”
>She storms through to the kitchen and back again, with the fruit bowl in her hooves.
>The last mango is there, awaiting the gaping maw of a certain bat.
>“L-look! I'll destroy the last mango! And I'll stop bugging you about going to the fruit stand! I swear!”
>She smiles maniacally and begins to smash the mango with her hoof into a mushy pulp.
>Tears still stream down her face.
>“And now, for my last act, I'll go up to my room and think about what I've done! Bye forever!”
>She zips up the stairs faster than a Kenyan running the 100 metres.
>From her room, you can hear the squeaks of the floorboard as she – most likely – rocks back and forth.
>Little does she know that you're about to make a small journey, one that would've taken less time than arguing about it.

>“So that'll be ten bits. Are you sure you don't need to go to MM?”
>The clerk is damn sure you're addicted to them.
“For the last time, they're not for me!”
>“Tch, that's what they all say. Well, good luck with your crippling addiction sir.”
>Stupid store clerk...
>Silently, you creep back inside your home.
>The fruit stand is no more than 20 feet from it.
>...Damn, you really are lazy.
>Up the stairs, you bring your tray of mangoes and knock on your friend's door.
>“Don't look at me! I'm a hideous Mango Malcontent!”
>You chuckle and twist the doorknob.
“I was just kidding about all that Gloom Wing. Look, I went to the stand and got-”
>She's...
>She's bathing in mangoes.
“Uh, where did you say that group was?”