Fiction
Inspired by an event witnessed in the breakroom at HRW.
It was the evening following Gecko's birthday party, which was a sort of block party for the vigilante "organization" known cleverly as the Underground. Krys had taken it upon himself to abscond with a dozen or so helium balloons.
He and Luke were sitting around Luke's appartment, killing one of the six packs Luke had absconded with and inhaling helium. And quoting famous lines from movies at each other with funny voices.
"Come with me if you want to live," Luke proclaimed.
Krys started giggling squeakily, took another hit off his balloon, and went "Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place."
And this went on for a while.
Hahaha... I suck.
It was the evening following Gecko's birthday party, which was a sort of block party for the vigilante "organization" known cleverly as the Underground. Krys had taken it upon himself to abscond with a dozen or so helium balloons.
He and Luke were sitting around Luke's appartment, killing one of the six packs Luke had absconded with and inhaling helium. And quoting famous lines from movies at each other with funny voices.
"Come with me if you want to live," Luke proclaimed.
Krys started giggling squeakily, took another hit off his balloon, and went "Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place."
And this went on for a while.
Hahaha... I suck.