“What the hell are you supposed to be?” I asked as I dodged a claw swung out by a man covered in what looked to be scales.
“I am Dragonman!” he shouted, swinging at me again as I stepped back to dodge.
“Dragonman? You look more like a fish than a dragon.”
“Fish?!?!!” shouted the man. Then he jumped at me and I just threw myself out of the way. He came down with both fists into the ground, cracking the sidewalk where I had previously stood.
“Well,” I said as I came to my feet, “you are covered in fish scales.”
“They’re DRAGON SCALES!” he shouted, tearing a chunk of the sidewalk up and throwing it at me.
I caught it.
With my gut.
But, still, I caught it. And it knocked the wind out of me. I leaned forward, clutching my stomach and quickly stood back upright as a clawed hand raked at the air where my head was.
“Look, I’ve seen fishies and I’ve seen lizards,” I said, “and those are definately fish scales.”
The man screamed and came at me again. I stepped aside and punched him in the side of the head as he stumbled by.
“Ew, see?” I said, holding up my hand that had scales on it. “You’re shedding them and they’re thin and shiny and stuff, just like fish scales. You should be Fishman or, better yet, The Minnow! Think of the fear you could strike in the hearts of those who oppose you!”
He mustn’t have liked that cause he swung out and shred the front of my suit.
We both paused as I looked down my tattered suit and shirt. I looked up to see him smiling like he’d just removed my kidney or something.
“That’s it,” I said.
You should have seen the look on his face as I pounced on him.
“Do,” punch, “you,” punch, “have,” punch, “any,” punch, “i-,” punch, “-dea,” punch, “how”, punch, “much,” punch, “this,” punch, “suit,” punch, “cost?!?!!” punch.
He started to fall but I grabbed him and held him up, his head wobbling, his legs giving way. Yeah, I’d beaten the shit out of the little fishy.
“Hey, hey,” I said, smacking him around, “hey, wake up, dude.”
He rolled his eyes to look into mine, his head low.
“Can you do me a favor?” I asked. He didn’t reply, probably brain dead from the beating I just gave him, but whatever. “Stand up,” I said, setting him up on his feet and steadying him. “There, wait,” I caught him and stood him back up, balancing him on his feet. “There,” I said, “perfect.”
And I kicked him in the nuts.
“YES!” I shouted as he fell to the ground, his eyes wide and his mind very conscious once again as the sudden shock of pain in his genetalia brought him to.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been able to pull that off?!!!” I asked, leaning over him and then standing back up right, extending my arms in the air. “WOOO!!
“Look out, Pacific City, I’m freakin’ BACK!”
The adventures of Bush43 continues! If you aren’t reading this series you obviously don’t care very much about me. *Sniff*