If she had a drink, it would have resulted in a spit take. Floating there, agape, when that had been said.
"Excuse me!"
Again the little gerbil filled minded fellow stated; "I said, 'would you like human sexual relations?" A moment of silence. Beat, "because you're Lexiconian, thus you can't have them."
Wordgirl had settled onto the ground working her brain to wrap itself around the statement. It's been discussed in the passed, like what food she can eat properly [Anything humans can. CREDIT - Daily Rag.], how long she can hold her breath [One hour and fifteen minutes with talking, CREDIT – Daily Rag], and the ever popular, "what's your real name". But none had the gull to ask this question, which the answer is; "None of your, or anyone else's business."
Huggyface chirped in anger. Hanging of the young girl's shoulder, ready to pounce. The man, oblivious and no danger sense, ignored them while carrying on the pseudo science fueled speech. "You stated, [sic] I am not human, I am Lexiconian. Therefore by deduction you cannot bare human children with your alien reproductive organs."
Silence, maw open. Situation growing more absurd, if possible. Silence. Beat, then "what is wrong with you! I am eleven years old, I have not reach puberty nor have the libido - what am I saying."
"Puberty happens at four months," he said. Fingers wrapping around each other, to illustrate his lewd point. By this point he gone into a very deep description of a feline reproductive system in graphic, disturbing detail that even this porn addled narrator will not even touch with a adventure's twelve foot pole.
"Mister," Wordgirl stared. "You are, sick. I, Wordgirl, am humanoid, and have nearly genetic relations to Earthians that I am, in simple words and terms, flesh and blood."
"The scientific fact states, in facts, 0.99 percent relation of a species cannot ma- ACK!" That was the last straw, the pint size powerhouse clutched the man in a devil's haircut before floating to the Police Department where she dropped him in the nearest holding cell, creating quiet a thud.
"Officers," Wordgirl said to a small crowd of police forming. "Is there any law against speaking lewdly to a minor, even though a superhero, in public, on a Tuesday?" Blank stare, "lewd is obscene, dirty, improper."
Leafing through pages and pages, they did in fact find a law against lewd acts against superhero kids, especially in public, there will be jail time will be incurred if occurred on a Tuesday. No story made shorter, the man was sent into the holding cell pending trial while Wordgirl flew off into the sky.
This is the mutated version, missing the proper paragraph breaks. So before jumping on me about "grammar" go to brokenrenamon deviantart com /art/Too-many-writers-over-think-343063575?ga_submit_new=10%253A1355624565 and if you still got grammar complaints please spell them out in detail.
I am tired of "you're grammar needs work", without examples.
For those who do point out exact those nit pits, thank you.
[EDIT: Just a quick note: Yes, I know this IS a kid's show and thus the joke. In the forums this subject is discused at great lengths, among other things. Of course death, murder, miscarrage and jaywalking is okay, a joke is offlines.]