"What do you want?" Arthur asks between gritted teeth.
Arthur II laughs.
"What do I want? You sure are weird, Art. I am here because you want me here. The question is, what do you want?"
Arthur walks past Arthur II and snorts. "I want you gone."
Arthur II laughs again, louder this time.
"If that's true, I wouldn't be here, would I?"
The smile fades from his face. He turns serious, eyes steady.
"Seriously, Art. What do you want?"
Arthur whips around. The towel in his hand flies across the room. His eyes blaze as fire envelops both of his hands, heat radiating outward.
"I want you gone!" he roars.
Arthur II takes a quick step back, both palms raised.
"Whoa, hey. No need to get this worked up. Jeez." He rolls his eyes and gives Arthur a lazy wink. "If you want me to go, just say the word. See ya."
And just like that, he disappears.
Gone.
