"Hey man, who's the girl talkin' to Ryou?"
"Probably another American girl with a wistful name who shares in his pain and wants to help him escape from the torture of his Yami." Jou said.
"That's what, six now? Shit, man. . ."
"Still not as much American ass as that Draco kid from Harry Potter gets."
"That boy be pimpin'" Honda made some obscene gestures.
The school exploded.
"HOLY SHIT MAN, THE SCHOOL EXPLODED."
"Did it, now?" Jou turned around. He and Honda had been outside with their lunches. Honda had a sandwich with mustard oozing out the sides, and Jou was sucking hairspray out of an aerosol. (It's an acquired taste)
Honda took a bite of his sandwich and his attention was immediately distracted from the blazing school. He hissed an "Aw, man," and looked angrily at his sandwich, as if it had wronged him.
"You forgot the turkey again, didn't you." Jou looked at him. Neither of the boys particularly cared about the ignited people running from the exploded school.
"Yeah. . ." And he went on eating it.
Well it's food, isn't it?
"So uh. . .why do you think the school exploded?"
"Probably some ancient Egyptian crappola. "
A screaming Seto ran past them, and didn't stop until his forehead had a painful encounter with a handicapped parking sign.
"HELP ME! OH GOD, HELP ME!!! IM ON FIRE! HELP ME JESUS!! SAVE ME!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" He clawed at his ugly blue suit and writhed around on the concrete.
Please take note that I never said he was on fire.
This went on for a good ten minutes.
What? NO. NO FIRE TRUCKS CAME. SHUT THE HELL UP.
Jou, finally finished with the hairspray, stood up and walked over to Seto, pushing his way through a horde of yelling, running, burning people.
BECAUSE THEY DON'T TEACH THE STOP, DROP AND ROLL TECHNIQUE IN JAPAN. SHUT THE HELL UP.
Seto had successfully clawed his way down to his natural suit, and not wanting to damage it, he stopped clawing at himself.
"JEEEEEEEESUS! FIIIRE!!! JEEEEEEEEEESUS!!! " Seto squealed.
Jou, unable to find a good bucket of water to put him out, hocked a good size blob of slobber on his chest.
Jou had also failed to realize that Seto was not, in fact, on fire.
After the spit came in contact with Seto's left nipple, he immediately stopped squirming.
He did pass out, though.
"Probably another American girl with a wistful name who shares in his pain and wants to help him escape from the torture of his Yami." Jou said.
"That's what, six now? Shit, man. . ."
"Still not as much American ass as that Draco kid from Harry Potter gets."
"That boy be pimpin'" Honda made some obscene gestures.
The school exploded.
"HOLY SHIT MAN, THE SCHOOL EXPLODED."
"Did it, now?" Jou turned around. He and Honda had been outside with their lunches. Honda had a sandwich with mustard oozing out the sides, and Jou was sucking hairspray out of an aerosol. (It's an acquired taste)
Honda took a bite of his sandwich and his attention was immediately distracted from the blazing school. He hissed an "Aw, man," and looked angrily at his sandwich, as if it had wronged him.
"You forgot the turkey again, didn't you." Jou looked at him. Neither of the boys particularly cared about the ignited people running from the exploded school.
"Yeah. . ." And he went on eating it.
Well it's food, isn't it?
"So uh. . .why do you think the school exploded?"
"Probably some ancient Egyptian crappola. "
A screaming Seto ran past them, and didn't stop until his forehead had a painful encounter with a handicapped parking sign.
"HELP ME! OH GOD, HELP ME!!! IM ON FIRE! HELP ME JESUS!! SAVE ME!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" He clawed at his ugly blue suit and writhed around on the concrete.
Please take note that I never said he was on fire.
This went on for a good ten minutes.
What? NO. NO FIRE TRUCKS CAME. SHUT THE HELL UP.
Jou, finally finished with the hairspray, stood up and walked over to Seto, pushing his way through a horde of yelling, running, burning people.
BECAUSE THEY DON'T TEACH THE STOP, DROP AND ROLL TECHNIQUE IN JAPAN. SHUT THE HELL UP.
Seto had successfully clawed his way down to his natural suit, and not wanting to damage it, he stopped clawing at himself.
"JEEEEEEEESUS! FIIIRE!!! JEEEEEEEEEESUS!!! " Seto squealed.
Jou, unable to find a good bucket of water to put him out, hocked a good size blob of slobber on his chest.
Jou had also failed to realize that Seto was not, in fact, on fire.
After the spit came in contact with Seto's left nipple, he immediately stopped squirming.
He did pass out, though.