“Boi, I don’t know whether ta make ya a permanent resident in da cooler, or brickin’ force dem brick-headed Runners ta accept ya.” Ben shook his head slowly.
“For the record, I vote for the latter.” I raised a hand.
We were inside the courtroom, doling out justice to me. I still had no idea what I was doing here, and why I was on trial again. And who all the other people up on the benches were.
“Hey, don’t call us brick-heads, ya hombre!” LEGO stood up and shook his sombrero at Ben. “And we’ll doing da choosing, not ya!”
“Oh, clam up, boi.” Ben rolled his eyes.
“Don’t make me throw this thing, señor.” LEGO hefted his sombrero warningly.
Ben stared at him, bored. “C’mon Hulk, da yar worst.”
Hulk. That rang a bell! “Hulk?”
“Huh?” Ben and LEGO turned to me.
“What’s the Hulk?” I asked, though I knew the answer.
“No idea, it’s just a brickin’ expression, boi.” Ben said.
“Which ya probably made up.” LEGO grumbled.
“No, Hulk is a rage monster who looks like a spinach commercial.” I said matter-of-factly.
Ben literally fell off his chair, and cowered behind his desk. “He….he…the boi…the avvie….he remembers!”
A widespread gasp. It felt like the whole room had taken off their hats to me, and at the same time, built up a wall in between me and them just to make sure I wasn’t volatile.
“Something happened during that bit…guys…I do remember.” I announced triumphantly, just now remembering this.
“TOSS DA BOI IN DA COOLER!” Ben yelled.
“What?” I screamed, my voice coming out two octaves higher than normal. “What’d I do wrong?”
“Ya fraternized with da said enemy, and now ya remember!” Ben shook his head as I was dragged out of the room. “This whole place is fallin’ away to brickers.”
“Boi, I don’t know whether ta make ya a permanent resident in da cooler, or brickin’ force dem brick-headed Runners ta accept ya.” Ben shook his head slowly.
“For the record, I vote for the latter.” I raised a hand.
We were inside the courtroom, doling out justice to me. I still had no idea what I was doing here, and why I was on trial again. And who all the other people up on the benches were.
“Hey, don’t call us brick-heads, ya hombre!” LEGO stood up and shook his sombrero at Ben. “And we’ll doing da choosing, not ya!”
“Oh, clam up, boi.” Ben rolled his eyes.
“Don’t make me throw this thing, señor.” LEGO hefted his sombrero warningly.
Ben stared at him, bored. “C’mon Hulk, da yar worst.”
Hulk. That rang a bell! “Hulk?”
“Huh?” Ben and LEGO turned to me.
“What’s the Hulk?” I asked, though I knew the answer.
“No idea, it’s just a brickin’ expression, boi.” Ben said.
“Which ya probably made up.” LEGO grumbled.
“No, Hulk is a rage monster who looks like a spinach commercial.” I said matter-of-factly.
Ben literally fell off his chair, and cowered behind his desk. “He….he…the boi…the avvie….he remembers!”
A widespread gasp. It felt like the whole room had taken off their hats to me, and at the same time, built up a wall in between me and them just to make sure I wasn’t volatile.
“Something happened during that bit…guys…I do remember.” I announced triumphantly, just now remembering this.
“TOSS DA BOI IN DA COOLER!” Ben yelled.
“What?” I screamed, my voice coming out two octaves higher than normal. “What’d I do wrong?”
“Ya fraternized with da said enemy, and now ya remember!” Ben shook his head as I was dragged out of the room. “This whole place is fallin’ away to brickers.”
One of my favorite- No, my favorite line in the story so far has been said.
"Hulk is a rage monster who looks like a spinach commercial."
Also, "TOSS DA BOI IN DA COOLER!" is good too.
Also also, if your voice comes out two octaves higher than usual, it would probably crack horrendously and plummet back to earth.
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