Posted 19 August 2012 - 05:49 PM
“Ummm yeah… how’d you get in here?”
“Same way you did, you know, matter manipulation, quantam mechanics, teleportation, etcetera.”
“I just call it magic.”
“Of course you do darling.”
Bastard crosses the room and fixes himself a drink. Frogurt pouts at him.
“Listen whoever you are, you better get out,” she says, “this chicks going to be coming home soon.”
“Yes I know. Priscilla Blair, and you’re here to shake up her boring hum-drum life. Though if you half knew the woman as I did you wouldn’t find her so boring. Anyway, I’m not here for her, I’m here for you.”
“I have a lot of stuff I just finished and a lot of time to kill before it reaches a conclusion. So I figured, why don’t I ruin someone else’s day while I’m waiting, and I’ve had my eye on you for sometime.”
“Ewww, creepy. The feeling isn’t mutual dirtbag, get out before I throw—”
“A radioactive ax-pick at my head? And yes I knew you were going to say that. You see that’s your problem Frogurt, you pick up these unwilling ponces, show them a terrifying time, then drop them off like last week’s rubbish. It’s the same formula, the same game over and over again,”
She’s insulted and her face shows it.
“Its never the same, never even once.”
“Fine, fine, the variables change, the formula’s the same. Its all the same, everything the same. Except for me of course.”
Frogurt giggles at his suggestion. She giggles like a madwoman.
“Ok then Mister ?”
“Fine Mr. B. I’ll show you the time of your life, and when you lose I’m going to shove that smarmy, hoighty-toighty, face of yours right into some humble-pie. What do you wish for?”
Bastard sips on his gin.
Frogurt giggles wickedly,
“Did you say you wanted to go to the beach? Sounds great.”
and they are gone.
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