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He would never know why he'd ever want to tell anyone about that night. Or, maybe he just didn't care. Who else cared? Fuck it.
*WORKING*WORKING*WORKING*WORKING
Turner was a working boy. He kept himself lean but fit all the time.
Walk over here.
Get closer. You're welcomed. Turner!
She likes Battlestar Galactica!
What who? The girl behind me?
She nods her head, with an accomodating silly grin.
Pffftah! Oh.
Turner turns around and starts flappin'. He is terminally bored.
You like Battlestar Galactica?
*GASP!* She beams.
Dude have you ever played the video game?
Um, yeah once or twice.
I did! And fuck!!!
Huh?
Just hard. He waves his hands, as to roll the words of an imaginary tongue with his fingers. DIfficult.
It wasn't too hard, I love Battlestar Galactica! I'm a bit "keen" to it!
(Awkward laughs of a young male adult)
*WORKING*WORKING*WORKING*WORKING
So what is your favorite ship? She barks at Turner.
"Well uh, I honestly like the live trees from Lord of the Rings."
OH OH OH OH OH OH OH ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO!
.i mean the others told me this girl was a true nutcase! one day out of the blue
i saw her go freaking nuts on the job! she threw down her work and jumped up
cheerfully and then continued until she later ran around in mini speed circles grumbling
to herself. panic.
Remember the scene um, where Treebeard called out to all the other trees in pain?
Dude! That part gave-gave me-ch-goose-ill-bum-s-ps (white silence)
Laughs. The end.