Edit: I just realized that on none of my stories did I put a disclaimer. SORRY! I own nothing but a small pocket of air that's rapidly depleting. Everything belongs to the one, the only, JOHN FLANAGAN!
"So is it 'feef' or 'fife?' " Will asked himself, pondering the questions of life. Basically he's questioning on how to pronounce words. Then Halt overheard him.
"It's 'feef.' " he said.
"But I could be 'fife' like life, but with an 'f.' " Will pointed out. "After all, you can't really tell how it's pronounced by the spelling. You don't say 'know' 'k-no,' now do you?"
"However you can't say blue big alligators, you would have to say big blue alligators for it to be grammatically correct." Halt said.
"Since when did you care about grammar." Will muttered under his breath, then continued before Halt could rebuke him. "Yet when you use sarcasm you mean the opposite of what you mean."
"And I tell you this, the Latin root word for 'sarcasm' is 'the tearing of flesh,' not the cutting, but the tearing mind you." Halt said over-formally.
"Right." Will said sarcastically. Halt glared at him, then went into his room, coming out a few seconds later with a huge book.
"Right here." He said, flipping to the 's' section. And, without a doubt, there was sarcasm.
'Sarcasm:From late Latinword sarcasmus, literally "to strip off the flesh." '
Will glared at the book, and Halt smiled smugly.
Yep, this actually happened to me. My dad and I were talking and let's just say that I'm Will. Wait. I'm Will.
I'm Will.
IMMA RANGER! XD
Bu that's what my dad said. "And I tell you this, the Latin root word for 'sarcasm' is 'the tearing of flesh,' not the cutting, but the tearing mind you." Seriously. Ah, my life. :)
Also, the only reason I'm able to write this is because I'm at my dad's right now, so I can actually read, write, and draw which I'm doing a lot of.
-Writer's Block
