Fight Club | Atlas | Sunday Evening | 9.20
"People," Tyler said, looking around the gym. A slight sniffle roughened his voice. "Lots of people. You all came back."
"Which is good, since if they didn't come back, we wouldn't have anyone to boss around," Ghanima pointed out. "Or hit."
"You guys can hit," Tyler said wistfully. "I'm pretty sure I'd give my cold to anybody if I did. I'm just observing today, since apparently I'm the kind of" -- holy word you don't want to use in front of students there, Tyler! -- "person who worries about germs now."
"Next thing we know, you'll be telling people to get off your lawn and futzing about the 'good old days,'" Ghani replied dryly. "Okay. You and you. You. With her. Smile, you with the tiger, you're fighting him."
"Tyler?"
"I am not old," he said sulkily, and folded his arms to survey the crowd. "Oh, him and her, her and him, him and him."
"Go to it."
"Which is good, since if they didn't come back, we wouldn't have anyone to boss around," Ghanima pointed out. "Or hit."
"You guys can hit," Tyler said wistfully. "I'm pretty sure I'd give my cold to anybody if I did. I'm just observing today, since apparently I'm the kind of" -- holy word you don't want to use in front of students there, Tyler! -- "person who worries about germs now."
"Next thing we know, you'll be telling people to get off your lawn and futzing about the 'good old days,'" Ghani replied dryly. "Okay. You and you. You. With her. Smile, you with the tiger, you're fighting him."
"Tyler?"
"I am not old," he said sulkily, and folded his arms to survey the crowd. "Oh, him and her, her and him, him and him."
"Go to it."