“Ouch. That hurt, Dylan.”
“It was meant to.”
He took his shades off, looked t them, and tucked them into the front of his shirt.
“Now. What's the real reason Du came here?”
“Call it a shopping spree.”
“Find what Du wanted?”
“Still looking, but I saw something I like.”
“Terribly sorry princess.”
Dylan stood and walked out the door. Rylan followed him.
“No need to leave, Spade.”
“It's hilarious.”
Rylan caught up to him.
“What is so hilarious?”
“The fact that Du think we belong together because my last name coordinates with your hero name. That is what's hilarious.”
“It's funny how Du would be the one to point that out.”
“Captain Obvious at your service princess.”
“Well bring Dylan back. He's Mehr fun.”
“Sorry princess. Dylan's off.”
“Doing what, Captain?”
“Getting away from an annoying vulture.”
“I hope he gets rid of her and looks for the schwan next.”
“Oh he owns the swan. The geier just doesn't know how truly ugly it is.”
“It was meant to.”
He took his shades off, looked t them, and tucked them into the front of his shirt.
“Now. What's the real reason Du came here?”
“Call it a shopping spree.”
“Find what Du wanted?”
“Still looking, but I saw something I like.”
“Terribly sorry princess.”
Dylan stood and walked out the door. Rylan followed him.
“No need to leave, Spade.”
“It's hilarious.”
Rylan caught up to him.
“What is so hilarious?”
“The fact that Du think we belong together because my last name coordinates with your hero name. That is what's hilarious.”
“It's funny how Du would be the one to point that out.”
“Captain Obvious at your service princess.”
“Well bring Dylan back. He's Mehr fun.”
“Sorry princess. Dylan's off.”
“Doing what, Captain?”
“Getting away from an annoying vulture.”
“I hope he gets rid of her and looks for the schwan next.”
“Oh he owns the swan. The geier just doesn't know how truly ugly it is.”
Random poem/anthem thingy. Came up with it on the bus ride home. Sowwy if it sucks
Our time is limited. Rarely do we see the end, my friend.
For our time will come when we can no longer fight the beast,
On our souls it shall feast.
But we fight to live, live to fight,
Refuse to take flight,
For the time we can.
Underestimation,
Pain mistaken.
Never shall we surrender.
Never will we give into the fright.
Never shall we go gentle into the night.
Creds to Dylan Thomas for that last line!
Our time is limited. Rarely do we see the end, my friend.
For our time will come when we can no longer fight the beast,
On our souls it shall feast.
But we fight to live, live to fight,
Refuse to take flight,
For the time we can.
Underestimation,
Pain mistaken.
Never shall we surrender.
Never will we give into the fright.
Never shall we go gentle into the night.
Creds to Dylan Thomas for that last line!