Staring Contest (Anon, Dash)

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>You have no idea what possessed you to challenge Dash to this contest.
>Both of you have been staring fixedly at a computer screen for the last 10 hours, watching one Youtube video after another of Twilight Spergle reading page after page after boring, dry, monotonous page of Starswirl the Bearded's lesser known research papers.
>Complete with additional commentary, parenthetical notes. footnotes, sidenotes and just generally notes for notes sake.
>The first one to break...loses.  You're not sure you can remember what the forfeit is.  But goddamned if you're determined not to lose to Top Cunt.
>You look over at her.  She's sitting in her chair, her jaw slack, her eyes glazed and dull.  She's drooling slightly.
>You're pretty sure you don't look much better.
>"Is this hell?"  you hear her mumble.  She's so out of it that she doesn't know she's talking out loud.  "This is Hell.  I'm dead and this is Hell."
>"It ain't Heaven," you say out loud to her, startling her.  "Because you're here with me."
>She snorts.  Twi is discussing something about Starswirl's breakfast choices on the day he first mathematically described some sort of magical tensor field. "J-just testing you.  You...you ready to declare defeat yet, Monkeyboy?"
>You chuckle.  "Nope, we've got seventeen more to go through.  But I understand if you've had enough. I mean, this is getting in the way of your daily 18 hour nap."
>She looks like she's fighting sleep.  Angrily.  "I'll...I'll go a hundred yards past the point where you d-drop dead, primate."
>You yawn hugely, looking straight at her.  "Son of a --" she snaps out, her last word swallowed by a yawn of her own.  You smirk.  "You asshole!"
>You look at the clock.  You're gonna win this.