Wednesday, September 17, 2008

48.

"What's so damned funny?"

A shock wave of tyrannical glee passed through the Bald Man's body.

"Oh, it's nothing really." He stifled a giggle, and edged a little closer to composure. " I'm just admiring your pathetic predicament, I was the engineer, and I must say: I do good work."

"%*&# you."

"Is that what you really, want?"

If Canada were a ray gun the concentrated force of her present death stare would have vaporized the Bald Man instantly. As it was, she wasn't, she'd have talk her way out. Not her strong suit, not when she was this pissed. Who was this guy?

"I want out. Now if this is about your burger, sure I got my mate to spit in it, after your performance you earned it. But I think this is taking revenge just a little too far. You got issues mister. I didn't want to have to go all Oprah on you, but you've got to sort your #&%$ out you piece of #^$."

"Enough! Contrary to what you may think you insipid tart, I've brought you here to help you."
It was uncanny how quickly baldy cycled through moods, this statement was absorbed into Canada's conscious almost entirely through the spittle that he barked out as he charged her and squatted so that they were face to face.

"Right. Whatever. You always knock out and lock down people you're trying to help?" She said sullenly.

He stood resolutely, "Always."

The seeming earnestness of his answer momentarily caught Canada off guard. All she could manage in reply was a meager "Oh..."

1 comment:

lorenhops said...

"A sad, sad day. The first I can remember where I've used an adverb to modify a he said/she said statement." He said mournfully.