It was not often that Farah could be found sitting still, and thus Amina seized the rare occasion by sneaking up on her friend sitting on a bench by the fountain, tapped her gently on the head, and said "Bonk".
Farah whipped around, grinned, and hugged Amina tightly, awkwardly slung over the backrest of the bench.
"That's bonkers!" Farah laughed. Loudly. People were watching.
"Oh no." Amina sighed, her eyes wide.
"Bonk jour, mon amie!" Farah lifted a pantomimed hat off her head.
"Oh no no no..." Amina sank next to her friend onto the bench, bracing for impact.
"Bonk. James Bonk." Farah hummed with a deep voice and a deadpan expression.
Amina struggled to suppress a grin.
"Always good for a laugh! You can take that to the bonk!" Farah finger-gunned Amina.
"And if the bonk fails us..." Farah sighed and collapsed onto Amina.
Amina raised an expectant eyebrow.
"We'll move in together and get bonk-beds."
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