Aspirations
"Ren-nen-nen-nen, ren-nen-nen-nen ner-nerrrrrrrr!"
"Finn!"
Said blond lowered the headphones from his ears to around his neck, "What? I want to be a…Dirt Bike Rider!"
Stork turned, rolling his eyes at the imaginary dirt bike Finn was gearing with his hands.
"Well, go be a Dirt Bike Rider over there. I'm driving."
"C'mon Stork, isn't there something you've always wanted to be? I mean, seriously; you didn't always want to be a pilot or a mechanic, did you?"
Stork sighed annoyedly, "No Finn, I didn't."
"Well, then, what did you want to be as a kid?"
Stork sighed, "I don't remember."
"Aww, c'mon!" Finn threw his arms around the Merb, making him almost fall over, "You just don't want to tell me; I understand."
Then the arm was gone from his shoulder and at Finn's side. "I wanted to be a-"
Mid-gesture, Stork cut in.
"Dirt bike rider?"
Finn stopped, "Yeah, how'd you know?"
"Lucky guess."
"Yeah!" Finn began, again riding the imaginary dirt bike around the cockpit. "I wanted to move to the desert terra, and just dirt bike, all day."
Stork was only half listening.
"Well, you know, you can dirt bike…on the clouds, or…somethin'."
"Aww, it's not the same."
Again, the arm wrapped around his shoulders.
"Clouds are way too soft; no traction, no pull… Plus, if you fall, that's one hell of a fall!"
A slap on the back made Stork groan.
"But, I can see you want to be left alone."
Finn took his arm back, and began waltzing out the door, "When I was a kid, I never bothered with what my friends did, I just wanted to be…a dirt bike rider!"
Stork groaned again.
"Dirt bikes?" Scoff.
"…Divorce Attorneys make more money, anyway."
A/N: Nothing else weirder than that came to mind. And plus, I can imagine this one.
Song: Dirt Bike Rider by Hot Action Cop
SRSLY Check it out. It's such a Finn song…