Burns narrows his eyes at me. This guy clearly doesn't have a sense of humour. I have to admit, This is fun.
"My name is Charlie, I'm sixteen years old. I like long walks on sandy beaches and dancing under the moonlight. I am not a hermaphrodite, although, it would be pretty darn cool if I was one." I pause. "There you go. Now you know me."
"Yeah, and that's a relief," I mutter. Then I sigh. I just can't be rid of this guy.
"Fine, then. I'm Burns. I'm a genetically engineered superhuman who can reverse mutations in all organisms. In cas you can't tell, I'm blind. But I'll still shoot you, if I need to."
And remember...A portkey can be any sort of harmless object...A football...or a dolphin. ~Snape, AVPM
"You are the egg, you are the chrysalis, you are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars." ~Will Henry, on Typhoeus magnificum
Superhuman. Pfft. Overrated. I have a rat that lives in my room called Peter. I bet he doesn't.
"Okay Mr. Superhumanmutationorgasmdude, at which point will you need to shoot me?" I smile at him. "Oh, and by the way, you've got a strand of hair that keeps, like, flickin' up."
Natalie- This Burns guy is a piece of work. "You think it's 'cause of her gun. No, I just don't want to be bothered by anyone. So bug off." He said. "You honestly think I wanted to be bothered in the first place? I came in here, alone mind you, and ordered a martini minding my own flipping business. I didn't need your help!" I roared. This guy was about to get punched in the face. I sipped my martini, waiting for a comeback. Burns went on and on about his super-human B.S to another shady looking character. "...In case you can't tell, I'm blind. But I'll still shoot you, if I need to." "You wanna know something? I'm not blind, but I'll still shoot you. Even if I don't need to!" I pointed my gun between his eyes.
Star light; star bright, It is time to take flight. Off I go through the dark of night. All my hopes and dreams in sight.
"Bravo! Bravo! That's the best drama i had ever seen and to think that it's live!"
they looked at me with startled and angry faces.
"Hi, how are you guys doing?"
John McClane: Drop it. It's the police. Tony: You won't hurt me. John McClane: Oh, yeah? Why not? Tony: Because you're a policeman. There are rules for policemen. John McClane: Yeah. That's what my captain keeps telling me
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties. — Brandon Sanderson, Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians