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Jul. 18th, 2006 03:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
evilbeej"Why yes, yes I was," says the man pleasedly, folding his list up. He smiles. "I am Wowbagger, the Infinitely Prolonged. Jo Nah, you're next on the list; Tinya Wazzo-Nah, I'll get to you in due time." He clears his throat and straightens, then addresses Jo, "You're a squaj, Nah. Your hair's stupid and you lick windows."
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"What?" She looks from Wowbagger to Jo and then back again. "Now just wait a minute...." She's the only one allowed to call her husband a squaj. She married him, her right. She has DIBS. "Whatever you are, just who do you think you are?" Every convention has to have a token jerk. "Come on, Jo. We don't have to listen to this." See. The High Road.
"Yeah..." Jo says, looking Wowbagger up and down. He waits, though. Standing there. Thinking that over. "Sorry you feel that way..." he says to the man. And then one of his fists go right into Wowbagger's jaw. Hard. It happens so fast it's impossible to stop it, really.
The high road, the low road -- they both lead to Rome. Wowbagger goes SAILING back toward the ramp of his ship, and it's a testament to his resilience that he's neither dead nor unconscious. He didn't come to pick a fight, so he merely picks himself up, rubbing his dislocated jaw, glaring back over his shoulder at Jo and Tinya. And then back up the ramp he goes.
"Wow. Didn't think I hit him that hard." Jo says academically, as if it was no big deal at all. He kind of grins, proud of himself. But then Tinya hasn't put in her two cents yet.
Tinya blinks as the man goes flying backwards. She blinks at Jo and then watches as the Infinite whatshisface walks back to his ship as if nothing at all had just happened. Tinya grabs Jo's hand and begins to pull him away. "I can't believe it, that's all he wanted to do? Just insult you?" She shakes her head and begins muttering underneath her breath, none if very lady-like. "Still, you shouldn't have hit him. Hopefully he won't file any assault charges...."
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"What?" She looks from Wowbagger to Jo and then back again. "Now just wait a minute...." She's the only one allowed to call her husband a squaj. She married him, her right. She has DIBS. "Whatever you are, just who do you think you are?" Every convention has to have a token jerk. "Come on, Jo. We don't have to listen to this." See. The High Road.
"Yeah..." Jo says, looking Wowbagger up and down. He waits, though. Standing there. Thinking that over. "Sorry you feel that way..." he says to the man. And then one of his fists go right into Wowbagger's jaw. Hard. It happens so fast it's impossible to stop it, really.
The high road, the low road -- they both lead to Rome. Wowbagger goes SAILING back toward the ramp of his ship, and it's a testament to his resilience that he's neither dead nor unconscious. He didn't come to pick a fight, so he merely picks himself up, rubbing his dislocated jaw, glaring back over his shoulder at Jo and Tinya. And then back up the ramp he goes.
"Wow. Didn't think I hit him that hard." Jo says academically, as if it was no big deal at all. He kind of grins, proud of himself. But then Tinya hasn't put in her two cents yet.
Tinya blinks as the man goes flying backwards. She blinks at Jo and then watches as the Infinite whatshisface walks back to his ship as if nothing at all had just happened. Tinya grabs Jo's hand and begins to pull him away. "I can't believe it, that's all he wanted to do? Just insult you?" She shakes her head and begins muttering underneath her breath, none if very lady-like. "Still, you shouldn't have hit him. Hopefully he won't file any assault charges...."
