"Mr. Hobbit dude." Mei asked, cocking her head.
"Yes, young miss?" The hairy-footed dude who looked a lot like Elijah Wood said.
"How are we gonna get to Cloud City," she said. "Or wherever we're going? I mean, we're not walking all the way, are we? I just got these shoes a week ago, so they're nice and new."
"Horseback." The normal dude said, saddling a horse. Mei took a look at the horse and smiled.
"Why this car is
automatic," Mei said, grinning.
"Mei." I said, sighing. "It's a…"
"It's systematic!
Mei said, giggling.
It's hydromatic!
"Why it's grease lightning!"
"We'll get some overhead lifters and
some four barrel quads," Mei said, poking at me.
"oh yeah,
A fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods oh yeah
With a four speed on the floor they'll be waiting at the door
You know that ain't no shit we'll be getting lots of tit
In Grease Lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go"
"What's this song this girl is singing, master Stuart?" The normal guy said, looking a bit frightened.
"Two words." I said, trying to get the girl to calm down. "John Travolta. What HAS this chick been smokin'?"
"Is that a ballad or something?" The short guy who looked
like Elijah Wood said, looking confused.
"Where am I?" I said, sighing. "The Stone Age or something?"
"Go grease lightning you're burning up
the quarter mile," Mei continued, scaring everyone.
"Go grease lightning you're coasting
through the heat lap trial
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Purple french tail lights and thirty inch fins
oh yeah
A Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins
oh yeah
With new pistons, plugs, and shocks I can get off my rocks
You know that I ain't bragging she's a real pussy wagon
Grease lightning," I sighed as that stupid ass kept dancing. (And I don't mean
me.)
"Go grease lightning you're burning up
the quarter mile
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the heat lap trial
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the hit lap trial
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning…."
Suddenly, Mei cried out. Everyone looked up fearfully, to see her say, "Now I'm hungry." If I had been an anime character, I'd have a BIG sweatdrop. Taking a look in my pocket, I pulled out a small packet of Mentos, and threw her one. She gulped it down, and said, "Mentos: Fresh For Life!"
"God," I said, sighing and sitting down. "What IS it you smoke?"
"I don' smoke nothin." Mei said. "I drink coke. LOTS of coke. I have a magical bottle of coke that never empties. That's so cool. Bought it for 12 bucks."
"No wonder." I said, sighing. "What else's in that big ol' bag of yours?"
"Lets see." She said, digging into her bag. "My weaponry sticks, my coke bottle, art book, diary, pencil box, homework, money, candy, stuff."
"Freak."
"Who died and made you president?"
"Me."
crack crack "What are you saying?"
"Bitch."
"Pimp."
"Ho."
"Necro."
"Jackass."
"Fuckass."
"Asshole."
"Eric."
"What?"
"You're such an Eric." (Eric is the WORST insult you can get.)
"WHAT?! Why you…"
Bang! Crash! Boom!
