TM Topic - 202 If life's a game, who do you think is winning?
"If life's a game who do you think is winning?" he laughed sarcastically. "We are... and by we I mean immortals." He eyed Clyde who had jumped up on the desk to sit beside the keyboard. "How so? Time is on our side." He finished the last of his beer and set the bottle down. The monkey grabbed it and licked the rim. "How many words is that ya think? One hundred and fifty? Hmm... no doesn't look like that many yet." He used the word count feature in MS Office just to make sure. He frowned slightly upon seeing the results.
Clyde started to eat the orange he'd brought with him from the kitchen. He carefully peeled it and haphazardly threw the peels at Kronos and the laptop. He knew there'd be a reaction but had come to enjoy the chase that followed. Just as he'd planned, the man turned swiftly and tried to grab him but he jumped off the table too fast. He rushed for the doorway and gave the man time to almost catch up before he lunged down the stairs. This was the best part of the game, a game Clyde always won.
Clyde started to eat the orange he'd brought with him from the kitchen. He carefully peeled it and haphazardly threw the peels at Kronos and the laptop. He knew there'd be a reaction but had come to enjoy the chase that followed. Just as he'd planned, the man turned swiftly and tried to grab him but he jumped off the table too fast. He rushed for the doorway and gave the man time to almost catch up before he lunged down the stairs. This was the best part of the game, a game Clyde always won.