Left of the Dial

a persuasive argument

"Brawn, no!" I hear the Golden Weasel cry, her tone of voice making it plain he's about to do something life-threatening.

I rush into the room to find that, if it's indeed life-threatening, it's no more than a digital life that's in danger, as they're both simply sitting on the couch, playing a video game. 

As I roll my eyes, The Brawn responds to the Weasel's plaintive plea. "Why not?" he asks. 

They continue to play. After a bit, she deigns to reply. "Because," she says, in a perfectly reasonable tone of view. 

Another pause. Then he replies, "okay." 

What is wrong with these two? 

like flam, like single stroke roll

I put this on to listen to as I finish up preparing the pulled pork for dinner.  

No exaggeration: five seconds in, The Brawn says, from the corner where he'd been playing unseen, "nice song!"