Spender, who the everloving fuck do you think you are?
If the answer is anything but the luckiest man alive, I'll take one of your eyes while you're asleep. Don't think after today that I wouldn't. If it had been any other day...an hour later...we'd all be dead.
TWELVE MINUTES. I had twelve minutes to figure out how to hoodwink a bunch of government lackies. Fucking douchebag. You just had to drag me into this. You couldn't just let me enjoy my hot chocolate. I would've been happy to name any number of hotels in the area. Hell, I could've directed you to my mother's house, and where we keep the key; no one would've been there. But you just HAD to come here, to me. You just HAD to get me involved.
Oh well. At least it was just Fisk. My life is still pleasently devoid of faceless beasts of tentacles and terror. As long as it's just guys with guns, I think I can keep my cool.
I'd write more, but my Dad just got home. And don't you say a WORD, Spender. I hope the attic is comfy enough for you. And no. You don't get a blanket. I'd say I was sorry, but I'm really not. Enjoy the night; I hope there are bats up there.
-The Meteorologist
I do appreciate the sudden and quick stashing. If it was anyone else, I wouldn't have come to you. Suffice it to say, I do find myself impressed.
ReplyDeleteThat said, I am enjoying the attic. It's quite spacious and I'm going to enjoy nursing this shrapnel wound.
Hope you pass out from shock, asshole.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't even have minded if you'd called ahead. It's not like I couldn't have made a plan. But now my bookbag is useless, and you're damn lucky my car's big enough to hold two.
Hope you don't don't mind the trunk. For five hours.
Tomorrow's Forecast- Cold, with lows in the upper 20s. About a 60% chance of douchebags GETTING WHAT'S COMING TO THEM.