May 24, 2010 19:52
[ The 'live feed' is activated, by someone other than Sakura, as she is sitting opposite a six-armed, pebbly skinned, yellow eyed Arnold Schwarzennager right around his "Hercules" era. The two of them are engaged in an arm wrestling match. They appear to be at a standstill, even if her "opponent" is starting to sweat and his shoulders are hunching in effort. Sakura looks sweetly unconcerned. ]
Really, sir, you don't have to hold back on my account. As you pointed out, I'm just a runty, half-starved humanoid --
[ He adds another of his arms to their conjoined hands, clearly straining to push her arm back toward the table. She adjusts, still looking largely unconcerned. ]
-- who wouldn't be able to defend herself from the slightest unprovoked attack --
[ He adds in a third arm, and the spectators fall silent. ]
-- and who would never, ever think of standing up to someone of your stature and charm.
[ She smiles, vindictively, and slams all three of his arms down against the table's surface. Something cracks. ]
Isn't that right, sir? Did I misquote you on any of that?
haruno sakura