TekkamanSoul wrote:TekkamanSoul wrote:Alex seemed to be in thought for a while, finally snapping his fingers as if he had realized who they were. "Sure I know who you are. Let me see if I've got this right." He started by pointing at what seemed to be the younger. "You're Dumb." Alex then pointed at the more brutish of the two. "And you're Dumber." He smirked, pretending to cower in fear as he slowly backed away. "Oh no, verbal threats. My one weakness." He then began to laugh. It really didn't take much to rile up these two. Not much at all. "Ya know, you two really don't want to mess with me. I've been trained in the ancien art.......of origami." He burst out laughing even harder. That should do it. Remember, a raging opponent is a weakened opponent. However, you must time each of your moves carefully. A raging opponent is also more dangerous. Either way, you'll be setting an example by standing up to these two. You'll show them that not everyone is scared of standing up to them.
{references for the win}
Kyle glared at the kid who seemed to think he was so smart with his little jokes but they just annoyed him even further. That one vein on his forehead, the one that inflated on his forehead when he got angry, was pulsing fiercely. He even nearly turned on his brother as he felt the hand on his shoulder.
"Kyle, he's just a stupid kid," Tim told him. "You get yourself pumped up like that and you might just kill him like you almost did that other kid. We don't want to get in trouble with Chiron again."
Kyle growled under his breath, cracking his knuckles as he tried to cool himself down. "If I hit him around a little then I'm sure it couldn't do too much damage," he pointed out.
Tim shrugged. "Whatever. Just don't say I didn't warn you."
(Anyone open for Elliot?)
`Twas brillig,
and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
- Lewis CarrollFanfiction Account 
Jubjub bird
