Friday, July 25, 2008
And Now, a Heart-Warming Tableau
Alien Super-Villain One: Indeed! Our people shall rejoice when they behold-- wait. You're being sarcastic again, aren't you?
Alien Super-Villain Two: NO, Dad, I'm seriously pumped about spending "quality time" with you. This is way better than hangin' out at the Olympus Mons Galleria with my friends.
A S-V 1: Still thy tongue, stripling!
A S-V 2: Yeah? How's about you suck it, old man? 'Cause I could honestly give a shit about helping you kill this alien dough-ball here.
Shield: I'm not doughy! I'm barrel-chested.
A S-V 1: Have you no sense of history, boy? For millennia, have our proud ancestors imposed our singular will upon trembling galaxies, and...
A S-V 2: Screw that shit! What about my dreams?
A S-V 1: What "dreams" would those be? I don't see you working towards anything! Unless you're in training for the "Napping and Acting Sullen Olympics."
A S-V 2: They don't even hold that event anymore and you know it, Dad! By the Emerald Void of K'thglz, you're so fucking lame!
A S-V 1: HEY! YOU DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! You know what? That's it. You're grounded. No hover-biking for seventeen solar-cycles.
A S-V 2: But--!
A S-V 1: Nope! This is final! And don't even think about whining to your mother about it. I'm not changing my mind.
A S-V 2: You--! I HATE YOU! I SO FUCKING HATE YOU RIGHT NOW!
Shield: Look, can I just go, or...
A S-V 1 and A S-V 2: Quiet, you!