And here's the next installment!


CRASH!

"Ow!"

CRUNCH!

"Someone call the cops!"

SMASH!

"Out…get OUT!"

The owner of the sandwich bar, currently beaten and battered on the ground in between broken tables, shouted at a couple. He pulled what would be discovered as a stiletto heel out of his hair. Throwing the piece of shoe across the room of the bar, the bar owner looked at the destruction one half of the couple caused while the other half just watched and winced.

The couple started walking down the sidewalk as soon as the sun had risen. The guy shuffled about; his weight providing problems to move in the small fit of the pavement. Striding confidently in front of him was his lady. Though her stride was humorous because one of her heels were broken.

"Aye um, Izzy, ya think we shoulda stayed at Duncan's party?" he asked her twiddling his thumbs as they turned right at the corner.

Izzy turned to her personal teddy bear, "Izzy could handle that chump, Owen." she said. Owen looked at Izzy's broken heel and a part of her skirt was tied as a bandana on top of her head.

"Now we can't go back there anymore," Owen said put down, "and they had the best sandwiches…"

Izzy chuckled hysterically, "You always find a new place for the 'best' sandwiches." She gripped his arm and tugged him along.

"But no one could make the cute little ham slices like Congo!" Owen whined. Izzy stopped and narrowed her eyes slightly at Owen.

"Now Congo has to beat a drum with half of an arm because he put his hand on the wrong imaginary friend!" she retorted with her voice rising with each word. Sheepishly, Owen scratched the back of his head and laughed nervously.

"That's right," he replied. "Do you think he's gonna ever let us back in there?"

"Nope," she responded simply, "and we won't go back until Meango apologizes."

Owen sighed in defeat and followed her to wherever she was taking them. Owen had to admit, the assault on Congo was kinda hot.

"Where are we going?" he finally decided to ask.

"Dark alley," Izzy replied.

"Why are we going to a dark alley?"

"To make out, duh," Izzy told him with an eye roll.

Owen continued to shuffle with nervous, anxious laughs, "That sounds like a plan."


Of course, this was shorter than the others; but none of these are supposed to be long anyway d: hope you enjoyed it!