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I met a man who either has no soul or has lived under a rock his entire life. He said he was twenty-five and liked video games. Thus my normal questions came out.
"Oh do you have a favorite Sonic game?"
"...The recent one..."
"Do you know Megaman series?"
"That's the one with robots and fighting right?"
".........."
In other news as I had to circle back three times for keys, cell phone, and to turn off a few lights at work I forgot before going home I realized I would doom us all if I ever had to be a magical girl. The Big Bad would pop up and I would realize my transformation trinket would be in the car four blocks down the road or somehow in the left foot shoe of my boots when not working. Like that odd twenty dollar bill that was in there last Tuesday. Though this would be an awesome or awesomely horrible magical girl type story considering how the girl is always at the scene at the right time and is never without her transformation trinket that looks like it came from the bargain bin at Claires.
"Oh do you have a favorite Sonic game?"
"...The recent one..."
"Do you know Megaman series?"
"That's the one with robots and fighting right?"
".........."
In other news as I had to circle back three times for keys, cell phone, and to turn off a few lights at work I forgot before going home I realized I would doom us all if I ever had to be a magical girl. The Big Bad would pop up and I would realize my transformation trinket would be in the car four blocks down the road or somehow in the left foot shoe of my boots when not working. Like that odd twenty dollar bill that was in there last Tuesday. Though this would be an awesome or awesomely horrible magical girl type story considering how the girl is always at the scene at the right time and is never without her transformation trinket that looks like it came from the bargain bin at Claires.