Thursday, September 6, 2007

close talker

He comes running at me and gets right in my face, which I hate. “Skywalker! *snort* Finally! Nice to met ya! *snort*” He shakes my arm off.

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.

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“*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:

Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator said...

Would a breath mint destroy his source of power?

Kon-El said...

I think so.

Dark Jedi Kriss said...

Yep, I think so.
EWWWW!

Phobia said...

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