Conner - Acid/Venom - Tagged: Many
"Really?!" I yelped and rushed over to the machine. Not knowing how to use it properly, I grabbed the machine on both sides and thought really hard, almost as if I were making a wish.
I want a hamburger, I want a hamburger, I want... After this didn't work, I tried again with a different strategy. "Please, may I have hamburger?" I asked, closing my eyes tight, "I would like it to have a fluffy Hawaiian bun and have bacon and pickles and lettuce and tomatoes. Oh, it should also have..." I hadn't noticed, but some drool was beginning to trickle down my chin. Though my lips and mouth were used to the abuse of the acid, the rest of me wasn't so resilient. I cried out in pain and quickly brushed the acid off with the sleeve of my shirt, though I was not quick enough to avoid receiving a red mark on that ran from my lip to the bottom of chin. Wanting to avoid drawing any more attention to myself, I asked Cora, as I saw her run in, "What happened? What did you find?"