“Oooookay, points for gusto but unless that’s a metaphor I’ll have to deduct points for impossibility.”
“Won’t stop me, I’m gonna fucking fight it.” With that he violently jabbed the straw into his capri sun and sipped it angrily.
“So fisticuffs or a giant canon? Either way, something is going to burn up on entry,” even theoretical or hyperbally, it was proving entertaining.
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