"Well man, this is it. The showdown, the fight club, the getting your *** kicked fan club. You are a total idiot. Why would you fight with the captain of the Hockey team. You are going to be killed." That's Jason, my best friend. He is a wimp, I am a black belt.
"Dude, chill. I can take him, I'm a black belt, remember? Don't worry." I say to him, he just shakes his head. Tyler walks out.
"Hey, Spaz, you ready to be flattened." He smiles, sowing a number of missing teeth. I get into position.They all stare as I get in 6 hits without a scratch.
This whole thing started a few weeks ago. I'm not the smallest of guys, at least not for height, but I'm scrawny, so people ignore me. I was talking to my Jason, minding my own business, when I got hit in the back of the head. I turned, and got hit again, it was Tyler. He just said, "You, it's your fault." He challenged me to fight. I have no clue why.
I was going to roundhouse him in the head, when he hits me the groin, then knocks me out. I wake up the next day (I'm told).
"Well that's over with, want to go play some CoD?" Jason asks, what a week.
The end. Just something off the top of my head, unless you want more.
"Mmmmmmmm. Food and stuff. Mom, you make the best food and stuff." Jericho, thought tall and lanky, eats more than a trucker.
"Jay, how can you eat so much food. I had one helping, and you had seven, how does that work. I'm like two of you. My thigh is bigger than your head." I say to him, he just get more.
" myed snot te eyes ofor thigh." I shudder, Jericho just has to speak with a moth full of food.
"Swallow, then say what you want." Says Jay's mom.
"Yes, please do that, chewed chicken is rather nasty." I say in reply.
"My head is not bigger than you thigh. I find that to be offensive." He says.
One half hour later...
"HA, I told you my thigh was bigger, gimmme my fifteen bucks, teeny." I hold out my hand.
"Your going to have to take it from my cold, dead hands." He says, then he runs down the stairs out the door, and down the street.
"GIVE ME MY MONEY, GHOSTBOY!" I yell while running down the street.
"NEVER!" He yells back.
I tackle him, and get the money, "Eat my shorts, teeny." I laugh.
We run down the street, chasing and tackling each other till we get back home.
