Post by Bobby Drake on Jul 8, 2007 7:15:12 GMT -4
Right on cue (in other words an hour later than he was supposed to be), Bobby Drake rounded the corner toward Guido’s office with a super-sized cup of a fruity vanilla-y drink aptly dubbed ‘The Hulk’ in hand. He forgot to wipe off his green mustache. Usually he was so careful about those things.
Heading toward the door, Bobby slowed down when he heard voices coming from within. One was distinctly feminine, stern and...British. He did what was only right and stopped outside for a little listen.
“You do not bite me!”
It was the British chick. Bobby screwed his ball cap on backwards and leaned in closer.
“You have been very naughty!”
His first thought was that it had to be the television. What was that chick’s name? Super Nanny?
“Well why don’cha come sit on tha naughty spot?”
Bobby’s fingers jabbed through the Styrofoam of the cup. He suddenly didn’t want to know. Quickly putting down the cup he ran back to the elevator and decided not to wait for it.
The stairs were much quicker.
Heading toward the door, Bobby slowed down when he heard voices coming from within. One was distinctly feminine, stern and...British. He did what was only right and stopped outside for a little listen.
“You do not bite me!”
It was the British chick. Bobby screwed his ball cap on backwards and leaned in closer.
“You have been very naughty!”
His first thought was that it had to be the television. What was that chick’s name? Super Nanny?
“Well why don’cha come sit on tha naughty spot?”
Bobby’s fingers jabbed through the Styrofoam of the cup. He suddenly didn’t want to know. Quickly putting down the cup he ran back to the elevator and decided not to wait for it.
The stairs were much quicker.
