We got to Germany sometime in the middle of the night. By that time I was tired from the fly there and I wanted to punch something (or someone) in the face. Patriot was on his leash when he got out of the plane.
"Guten Tag Amerika," said a blonde due with his hair slicked back. I recognized him from the meeting. "Wer ist dieser?" (Who is this?)
"Speak English dude," he said.
"Who is this?" he asked in a German accent. He seemed like a ticking time bomb, the slightest thing could set him off…man I got to try it out.
"Oh, this is umm. Kenni, she's kinda my daughter," he said.
"Tochter?" he asked surprised. (Daughter?)
"Don't know what you said, but yep," Alfred grinned, "so she's going to be staying with while we have our meeting."
"What are we going to do with her?" he asked.
I grinned, "Bungee jump off the top of someone's roof." They stared at me like I was insane. Hey I always wanted to try it. "Ok then. I guess not." We drove in a limo to a house. The moment I stepped inside I was attacked by a weird albino.
"Kesesesese~," laughed someone. "I got you now West I will take you down with my awesomeness!"
I screamed and grabbed him by the arm and flung him over my shoulder, knocking over a small table in the process, "Not if I get you first, I'm the more awesome one here!" And with that an epic battle commenced until he pulled a move that was totally low. He grabbed my by my head and held me at bay.
"You're not West!" he shouted angry and looked over at the door. 'West' and Alfred were standing in the doorway watching us fight.
"Nah, I'm way awesome than this West person!" I shouted, "Now let me go you giant prick! I'll beat your head in with my fist! Let me go!" I continued to struggle.
Alfred finally decided to interject, "Gilbert, let Kenni go."
"She'll hit me!"
"Kennedy Margret Fuller, don't hit Gilbert!" he ordered.
I gave him a death glare. How dare he order me? Out of pure rage I stopped attacking Sir Awesome here and glared at Alfred.
"Good, girl," he said, "have some peanuts." He handed me a bag of peanuts."
I snarled at him, "Mr. Awsome's friend. Where is my room?"
