"Kakashi Hatake!"
"Obito Senju!"
"Who are you calling a chupacabra?!"
"Who are you calling a thug?!"
In the end, the two little brats, Kakashi and Obito, grabbed each other by the throat and rolled around on the ground...
"All right, all right. Everything has its limits." Unable to watch any longer, Dave walked over and grabbed the two little brats by the scruffs of their necks.
"Hmph!"
"Hmph!"
Even dangling from Dave's hands, the two little brats still resented each other.
"Come on, Grandpa Dave will teach you. Turn your heads and look at each other, face-to-face," Dave said with a smile.
The little fellows did as they were told, though they still pouted and glared at each other.
"Come on, say 'I love you.' Pfft, I mean, say 'I'm sorry.'"
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry."
"There you go! That's more like it. From now on, you two are good friends!" Dave continued patiently teaching them.
Watching the two little fellows hold hands and make up, Dave nodded in satisfaction. Then he left them there, said goodbye to the three people nearby, and headed off.
"Hmph."
"Hmph."
Once Dave left, the two little fellows were at odds again...
Meanwhile, over at Black Zetsu's place...
"Lord Black Zetsu, George's interference is making our already sluggish sales even worse!" a White Zetsu whined tearfully.
"Tsk... What a headache..." Sitting at the head of the table, Black Zetsu rubbed his brow.
"How many did we sell yesterday?" Black Zetsu asked next.
"Negative three."
"??? How did we end up at negative three?" Black Zetsu was baffled.
"Three White Zetsu ran into Jonin while trying to make sales. Uh... all their underwear got burned," the White Zetsu said, scratching his head.
"What about George's side?" Black Zetsu hurriedly asked.
"They sold one," Black Zetsu