Rave To The Grave

You're a pack of typical 14 year old boys. Its a warm, muggy afternoon after lunch and you're in no mood to listen to Parvathi Kruparam+ drone on and on and on about finding area of a pagh within a pagh (she means a Path within a Park) so what do you do? You engage in Schoolboy Exchanges.
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Smartass Student #1: "Pagh with a what ma'am?"
PK: " Pagh within a pagh child...pay attenshun."
SS#2 (To SS#1): "Make sure you pay"
SS#1 (To SS#2): "Shut up"
SS#2: "Up Shut"
SS#1: "Down Shut"
SS#2: "Shut down!"
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They've now come to the last possible avenue of exploration in that conversation, with brownie points going to SS#2 for having cleverly instigated and had the final say in the exchange.That SS#2 walked away with the brownie points is further driven home by SS#2 waving his hand in front of SS#1's face (or if that's not possible, in the general direction of SS#1, with a sucking sound in between his lips sounding not unlike mice announcing themselves in a dark attic).
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SS#1 meanwhile, is thirsting for some payback.
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SS#1: *asks a silly quosteen to show Parvathi Kruparam that he's...well...there. [Arbit CP, some B-School nerds call it ]
SS#2 (Trying to explode on the brownie point scale): "I want you to shut up"
SS#1: "Keep on wanting"
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*Conversation could have stopped here, but sometimes it doesn't. Brownie points still up for grabs, if extended. Otherwise, SS#1 sweeps this round...*

--> Extension 1 <---

*Again, conversation could have subsided, but brownie points are hard to come by on occasion*

Now, unless SS#1 can employ The Mirror (With further consequences as described) the conversation is over. SS#2 is the CHAMPION.

However, with all the amusement that this exchange generates, all their base are belong to us.

Hail to the Schoolboy Syndrome - the universal cure to boredom. Or Math class.
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---> + Name NOT changed to disclose full identity.