Title: "Age Old Debate"
Warnings/Spoilers: I'm just borrowing. *sighs* Ryan Murphy took them home first. A drabble.
Summary: Brooke and Sam are arguing… again.
"Digital," Sam muttered, biting her lip.
"Analog," Brooke snapped, crossing her arms.
They stood their ground, staring one another down. It was the battle of the ages, once again. If they kept count, they might've been at 101, but it was probably somewhere much higher. At some point they stopped, but now they were arguing about what type of clock was better. If they were being logical, they would've realized this was stupid.
"Why analog?" Sam asked decisively.
"Why digital?" Brooke rose an eyebrow.
It was clear: They were getting nowhere. And what were they up to now? Who knows?