In momorpeegee land, Arhra I looked up to discover her details.
"Union Jack? What the hell kind of class is Union Jack?" Censorship tried but failed to work on Space Pirate King Arhra.
Space Robot King Arhra meanwhile had been enlarged and started laughing maniacally.
"Nooooooo!" the one who was supposedly a pirate shouted. "Why do I never get to be tall?"
Presumably they were both so distracted it prevented them actually participating in combat.
With the fighting over, Space Pirate King Arhra decided to speak with Pyros.
She went over to him with a happy little smile. "Oh, Pyros, while I think of it, would you mind if I asked you a question? I've grown very tired of this static situation." She rushed on. "There are odd things going on and you are at the center of them. Why is that so?" She looked down reflectively at the large knife she was holding before her, handle held between two splayed fingers and the tip gently resting against the fingertip of her other hand. "You wouldn't mind answering that for me, would you?" she asked nicely.
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