Leaning back I said, “You must be the Close Talker.”
“Yeah! *snort* That’s me! *snort* How could you tell?”
“Might the way your up in my grill,” I told him.
“*snort* *snort* That’s what I do!”
“And this works for you?”
“Yeah! *snort* Doesn’t for you?” he asked.
“What kinda of superhero thing is that?”
He blinked. “Well, I don’t know. But it works. *snort* I can talk people out of anything.”
“I see why.” I waved my hand, backing off. “You could use a breath mint first.”
“Well, what do you? *snort*” I lit my lightsaber. “OHHHHHHHHH!” he said in awe. “Can I hold it?”
“I don’t think so. Never touch another man’s lightsaber,” I told him. He looked confused. I rolled my eyes. “Never mind.”
“Soooo what are going to do now? Save the world? *snort* Get some chicks?”
It was going to be along week. I think I’m going to kill someone.
4 comments:
Would a breath mint destroy his source of power?
I think so.
Yep, I think so.
EWWWW!
Long week hell , you haven't delt with my deranged schedule.
Tell you what, We'll make Mr innaproprate Jar Jar binks, I'll swtich places with you and bring Godfrey with me. Call it a week then.
And Godfrey is that an evil spawn someone used as your evil and derranged clone? Just wondering
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