Two words: Crack. Fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.
"I…hate…you…" Vlad wheezed, groaning with pain.
"I…really…hate you…right now…" Vlad repeated, trying (and failing) to glare threateningly at the younger halfa.
Danny rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and chuckled. "Uh…sorry."
"No you're not."
"You're right, I'm not," Danny answered nonchalantly, shrugging.
"Ugh…" Vlad grunted, collapsing on the floor. At that moment, Sam and Tucker rushed in, Specter Deflectors in hand. They surveyed the room questioningly, surprised the battle was so short that they had missed it.
"Danny, what'd you do?" Sam asked curiously, taking in the strange sight of Plasmius rolling around the ground in agony and Danny standing there looking slightly embarrassed.
Vlad groaned again.
"Jeez, fruit loop, I didn't mean to!" Danny said, annoyed. "I mean, if you hadn't moved, I would've just nailed you in the stomach…"
"Didn't mean to?" Vlad hissed.
"Okay, I kinda meant to, but you were really pissing me off…"
Vlad's eye twitched dangerously. "You didn't have to kick so hard! Stupid boy, how am I supposed to have kids now!"
"Have you thought about adop—"
"Shut up, Daniel, just…shut up."
"The best defense is a good offense."