58th Inning

[freakinblur]

A mysterious man dressed in blue stands upon a streetlamp, perched with a mighty pose, a striking image of inspiration! Mayfield can rest safely, knowing their streets are being patrolled by... BONK BOY!

Wait, no. Bonk MAN. Though that doesn't exactly have a good ring to it. Whatever. We'll work on the name later.

The very obvious unknown

Comments

[at the streetlamp]

[flameyedhunter]

You look pretty stupid. [ Says the girl in a black cloak, from across the street, standing on a roof. ]

[freakinblur]

[He points at her with a bat!] An' you look like someone up ta no good!

[flameyedhunter]

.... What gives you -that- impression? [ Have a pretty annoyed stare, Scoutie. ]

[freakinblur]

That suspicious black cloak! That hardened stare! I'm sure yer plottin' ta take over tha world right now.

[flameyedhunter]

You really are dumb.

[freakinblur]

[Scout sighs and frowns at her.] Man! Kids in this town ain't got any imagination.

[flameyedhunter]

I'm not a kid! I'm 16!

[freakinblur]

Yeah, right. An' I'm 55!

[flameyedhunter]

Really? Are you a flame haze too?

[freakinblur]

A who what?

[flameyedhunter]

Nevermind!

[freakinblur]

Is dat what you are?