The Punk and the Snark (Pt. 12)

"Are you sure about this Daria?" Bob asked her.

"Yes I'm sure." Daria replied with more confidence than she actually felt.

"I mean I know you want to try and make up for the argument but it's ok Daria. I'm not mad at you. Honest."

Daria smiled just a little bit, "Thank you, Bob. That means a lot to me."

"No sweat." Bob answered with a small laugh.

But before he could say more, Daria put a hand on his opening mouth and said, "However I still feel like I owe you for exposure to the Morgendorffer Clan without proper protection."

"And what protection would that be?"

"A battalion of tanks."

Bob laughed, not knowing that Daria wasn't joking.

"Ok, let's do this." Daria said to herself before taking the plunge into Operation 'Make-up With Bob', which coincidently would inspire Operation 'Come Up With Better Operation Names'.


And with a sickening crunch the wrestler in the Day-Glo outfit went down.

"This. Is. Awesome!" Bob crowed with mad glee, relishing the front row seats to WWE SmackDown's latest match.

Daria watched as the other guy (she couldn't keep track of who was who) waited until he got up and then unleashed a brutal clothesline on 'Day-Glo'.

"Daria!" Bob said to his girl, "This makes up for at least a years worth."

"A year's worth of what?" Daria asked out of morbid curiosity.

Bob just grinned like a cat that had found a whole cage of defenseless song birds and kissed her.

Daria froze for a brief second before melting into it.

When Bob pulled away she felt mild disappointment, and something of it must of shown on her face since Bob grinned again and said.

"A year's worth of any and all BS."

Then he kissed her again.

Daria didn't remember anything about the fight after that, but she was now a converted fan.

"WWE isn't so bad after all." She concluded once her brain started working again.