"Hi." I say. The odd person across from me smiles back, and says "Hi." As well. "So... What do you think of KaW?" I ask. "Love it. Love love love it." He says. "Ookay." I say, chewing on my eraser, on the end of the pen. Something about this odd little man disturbs me. Jweirdo, he calls himself. "Something wrong?" He asks. I lie. I say no. I don't tell him that i have been emotionally scarred since the "RAAAARGH!" Incident. "What do you think of Cella?" I ask. "I think she is a player who spends waaay too much time on KaW." He replies. "Hmm..." I say, chewing the eraser into oblivion. Flashbacks keep happening. -RAAAAARGH! I soiled myself- "NO!" I yell. He gazes across at me calmly. "The Sweats bugging you again?" He chuckles. "No, i just..." I say. "How about i interview you?" He asks. "Sure." I say. We switch places. "Is this a... Ender Dragon with my face?" He asks. "Yeah." I reply. "So, why is it Called TeaTime, if there is no tea?" He asks. "I... Really don't know. Maybe we should call it Redbull and Beer Time?" I say. "Hmm. Why do you have the hots for your food cart?" "Oh god!" I say. I glance at my fully chromed, food filled baby. "I don't." "Yeah." He says. I am still chewing the eraser, when the pencil shoots down my throat. "GECK!" I say, clutching my throat. "Yes, i am rather interesting aren't I?" He says, not seeing me. "HACHKK!" I gasp. "Oh? What's that?" He says. He looks up, when the pencil shoots out of my throat, stabbing him between the eye, and slamming him backward. He lays still. I walk over, and take a look. I chuckle, not wanting to miss a Dark Knight joke. "Who wants to see a magic trick?" I then call steven on the loud speaker. "We got another dead one." I say. "And bring me a margarita. Shaken, on the rocks, with salt." To me, weirdo represents the weird, pencil in the forehead generation. Dayum.
Inter_Naomi_Mass I look at my folder. Steven finally did his job. A former ZAFT member, and a stout Freelancer, she was a real tough cookie. I sit down. She has two Red Bulls in her hands. She pours them down her throat, and then crushes the cans. Holy ****. "Hi." I say pleasantly. "Hi." She replies. I decide to jump right into the interview. "So, what is your general overview of KaW?" I ask. "Good. Better. Great." She says. "Kay...." I say. I sharpen my pencil. "So a former ZAFT member?" I ask. "Yes." She replies. "Mmhmm." I say. I decide to try to get her to losen up. Soon. "What do you think of acetown?" I ask. "Needs more Bacon." She says. "So, what does the Fox say?" I ask. She grunts inaudibly. She then throws back two more Red Bulls. I watch her pupils shrink even more. Again, Holy ****. "Duck!" I yell. The pencil sharpener hits her in the forehead. Her eyes blaze, her veins bulge, and i see my entire life pass before my eyes. It's no better than the first time. The chase begins. I vault the couch, and she goes through it. I sprint though the door. She goes through the wall. Oh god. Oh god. I feel like i have lost her, when she explodes through the wall near me, and pick me up like a ragdoll. Impressive considering she is no bigger than i. My face demolishes the drywall. And the brick wall. And may i say, OW GOD OW JESUS CHRIST OW! And then i black out. And when i awake, there is a pool of blood around me. Not mine. Stevens. Crap. I stagger out the door, and head to the bar. Again. Damn.