The characters in my book are like particularly irritating co-workers some days.
Me: Okay, I think I'm going to have you go ahead and do THIS.
Protagonist: How about NO?
Me: No, seriously.
Protagonist: COME AT ME, BRO.
Second Protagonist: What, is she trying to tell you what to do again?
Protagonist: Yeah, can you believe it?
Second Protagonist: Wanna have sex instead?
Protagonist: That sounds like a plan.
Me: Guys. GUYS. OH MY GOD, I AM NOT WATCHING THIS. PUT THAT AWAY.
Antagonist: Are you ready for me yet?
Me: (distracted) What? No, just...go back to lurking in the background like a spectre of things to come or some shit.
Antagonist: Are they having sex over there?
Antagonist: Cause, it looks like they're having sex.
Me: YOU. NOW. WITH THE LURKING.
Antagonist: I never get to have sex.
Completely New Protagonist: Hey, can I get in on this?
Me: BRB. BAZOOKA BARFING.