Jul 01, 2005 23:22
we were in the basement (boiler room-looking), and Bronchie wanted to fight. it was a joke of a fight at first, but he could go out one end of the room and come back in the other, Joust style. then it wasn't as much as joke and he turned into a junior mint looking boy called E.B., otherwise known as E.B.
then the fight got rough and ready and steady and i got too worried to sleep more.
War of the Worlds 2005 was better than you probably thought.