[ These are questions Elliot Nightray asks himself on a regular basis.
Why can't Oz Vessalius be normal? Why did his brother sycophantically fall head over heels like some lovesick puppy to cater to a kid who still believes in human decency? People are terrible. He's a clear example.
But if it takes running over to prove a point, then Elliot will be more than happy to talk (yell) his head off proving the pipsqueak wrong. ]
You —
[ No elapsed wait time at all, even, just Elliot hoisting Oz out of the pool by his shirt collar with an ungodly fury. ]
WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO IT, YOU'RE REALLY DUMB, AREN'T YOU? I WAS DOING THIS FOR YOUR BENEFIT, BUT IF THAT'S HOW YOU FEEL, THEN WE'LL JUST HAVE TO SEE, WON'T WE? GILBERT ISN'T HERE TO SAVE YOU THIS TIME. DON'T CRY IF YOU LOSE!
[ CHECK OUT HIS ASSERTION OF SUPERIORITY. HE ISN'T SCARED. HE'S PUMPED.
READY.
R-E-A-D-Y.
Perceptibly deflating, he shoves Oz back into the pool, already working on his vest as he retreats to the changing room in the wake of an aggregated fifty or so wholly bewildered stares. If nothing else, he sure knows how to make a grand exit. ]
I accept your challenge. Wait here. If we're going to do this, we'll need to make it as fair and unbiased as possible.
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Why can't Oz Vessalius be normal? Why did his brother sycophantically fall head over heels like some lovesick puppy to cater to a kid who still believes in human decency? People are terrible. He's a clear example.
But if it takes running over to prove a point, then Elliot will be more than happy to talk (yell) his head off proving the pipsqueak wrong. ]
You —
[ No elapsed wait time at all, even, just Elliot hoisting Oz out of the pool by his shirt collar with an ungodly fury. ]
WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO IT, YOU'RE REALLY DUMB, AREN'T YOU? I WAS DOING THIS FOR YOUR BENEFIT, BUT IF THAT'S HOW YOU FEEL, THEN WE'LL JUST HAVE TO SEE, WON'T WE? GILBERT ISN'T HERE TO SAVE YOU THIS TIME. DON'T CRY IF YOU LOSE!
[ CHECK OUT HIS ASSERTION OF SUPERIORITY. HE ISN'T SCARED. HE'S PUMPED.
READY.
R-E-A-D-Y.
Perceptibly deflating, he shoves Oz back into the pool, already working on his vest as he retreats to the changing room in the wake of an aggregated fifty or so wholly bewildered stares. If nothing else, he sure knows how to make a grand exit. ]
I accept your challenge. Wait here. If we're going to do this, we'll need to make it as fair and unbiased as possible.