Nick stared at the monster in front of him, made entirely of steel, painted in black and red.
There was no way in hell he was going on that thing.
"It's like flying without wings, Nicky."
Well Nicky could do without flying, thank you very much.
He could deal with the bugs and practically everything else. However he had to draw the line somewhere, might as well draw it here.
Nick had absolute no plans on ever going on that darn roller coaster.
"I'm not going on that thing."
Gil simply raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?"
Nick had a sinking feeling he wasn't going to win this argument.
---
Damn it all.
Nick sat there feeling a strong urge to pout.
Another battle lost.
At the first drop, Nick unconsciously gripped Gil's hand.
It always felt like he was going to meet his lunch at the first drop.
Nick could never understand the all flying without wings thing. Gil insisted that was one of the main things he felt while riding.
Frankly, all Nick felt was meeting his previous meal.