Hello, My Name Is: Death
LATER THAT NIGHT: I had some ice-cream with Tabra, and we talked about things we used to do.
"Remember when we played the PS2?" He asked and I laughed.
"I kicked your butt in Crash Bandacoot !" I said and he laughed.
"I know, I sucked at that game!" He said.
"Yea, that's why I made you play it with me." I laughed and he did too.
"Really?" He asked, and I nodded and took a bite of ice-cream.
"This is soo good," I randomly said. It was french vanilla ice cream with the M&M Chips Ahoy! crumbeled ontop of it with chocolate syrup poured in a spiral over the whole thing and then stirred and flipped over.
"I know right?" Tabra said.
"We used to eat these," I recalled. "We used to eat these every weekend."
Tabra looked at me and his eyes widened as if saying OH YEA! "One Friday, one Saturday and one-"
"Sunday." I finished, and we laughed again.
"Hope I'm not intruding," Doctor Shropee said and grabbed a bowl. "May I have some?"
"Sure," Tabra fixed her bowl, and we all started talking about the Final Fight coming up.
"I am going to be at the ready, at all times. I have a few recruits coming in from another part of town, because I can't be everywhere everytime someone gets seriously wounded." She took a bite. "Oh my god!"
"I know right!?" Tabra and I said in unison, and we all laughed.
"So," I said. "If someone gets decapitated, can you use your special ingrediant to re-attatch there head?"
She laughed. "No, but then again, I haven't done it before."
"See. Wanna' try it on, Cyd?" Tabra asked.
"Hey!" I said and nudged him.
"Hey, Cyd, can I see you real quick?" Jerek asked from behind me.
I turned. "Sure."
I followed him into his room and he whispered something in my ear.
"One, why didn't you just say that out loud. And two, what do you mean Haus has a big army of men!?"