Chapter 9
Six (POV)
It was Nine, Nine, all Nine's idea! Isn't it so absolutely brilliant?
Yes!
Sort of, anyway. Well, maybe it didn't go so well and maybe it started a little bit of an argument, but WHATEVER.
That doesn't matter anymore
What matters is that we, the Numbers, the last Garde from Lorien, are finally getting together! What matters is that we're going to win this battle, that the Mogs are going to perish under our absolute force! MWA HA HA HA...
Ha ha :D
Anyway, it went pretty horribly, I'd say, the talk with Five. Here's how it went:
ME: "Go for it, Nine." (it was his idea)
NINE: "What? Why me–?"
SEVEN:"Shut up and do it, Nine."
EIGHT:"This was your idea!"
NINE: [Pushes Eight]
FOUR: "Dude, just do it."
NINE: "I'm not gonna take orders from you, Johnny Boy,"
ME: "I'll do it!" (why not?)
NINE: "Just shut up, all of you!"
ME: "Fine! Do it then, Nine!" (getting mad at fricking Nine)
NINE:"Um–"
ME: "See, I knew you wouldn't want to–"
NINE: "I do–!"
ME: "Just let me–!" (it didn't seem like he wanted to)
FOUR:"SHUT UP!"
NINE:"It's my crystal–!"
ME:"Shut up, Nine!"
NINE: "You shut up!"
SEVEN:"Don't be childish–"
NINE: "And with your annoying vocabulary, Seven–!"
EIGHT: "Don't start on her!"
NINE: "Yeah, yeah, we all know you're keen on Marina–"
SEVEN:"Oh now who's got the big vocabulary–"
FOUR: "YOU!"
NINE:"SHUT. UP."
ME:"STOP IT YOU GUYS!"
NINE:"You do it, Six."
ME: "Fine."
NINE: "You wanted to–"
SEVEN: "Don't let's fight!" (forever the peacemaker. LoLoLoLoL. Yes. :P:P:P I'm just spamming now aren't I?)
ME: "Hello, hello, hello can you hear me?" (yes I know it's lame)
NINE: "Hey dude!" (so rude to interrupt my faithful conversation with Five. Well my end of the conversation anyway.)
ME: "Hey! I thought I was going to talk to her." (and I let him know that)
NINE: "Too bad!"
ME: "SHUT UP."
TEN: "ALL OF YOU SHUT UP! DON'T KEEP HER WAITING,"
ME: "Hi, I'm, uh, Number Six, we're, uh, all together, the Numbers, except for Five so, uh, Five, if you can, uh, hear us, you'll see us on that globe thing, and, um, yeah, that is us. So, if you can, we'd like to meet up, you know, get this whole war over with. So, um, if you can meet us, like–"
NINE: "John Hancock Center, Chicago, very top floor, um–" (annoying Number Nine)
ME: "Dude, Nine, I'm trying to talk."
NINE: "Dude, Six, I don't care."
ME: "I care. Now get out of here–"
FOUR: "Actually, that's a good idea, we can meet there."
ME: "Whatever. So, uh, Five, um... Well... Hope to see you there."
Ahh, yes, so peaceful in a house full of aliens.
