Makos Message: I'd like to just give a heads up that there is some fairly dark commentary in this chapter. But then, a lot of Kick-Ass is fucked up, so I just consider it being faithful to the source material. Also, a friend of mine said that Mindy seemed far too introspective, so I thought I'd mention that this is one of the things I got from the comics, in that she spent a good portion of issue…five(?) narrating through her diary.
We had the stupidest, most fun argument ever on the way home.
I said that I thought the guy that scared off the car thief looked like a biker knight, and he said, "Huh. I thought he looked more like The Shredder crossed with a Power Ranger."
We argued over whether we should call him "Biker Knight" or "The Shred Ranger" the entire way home. I can't believe how many arguments Dave came up with. I guess it's one of the benefits of being a total dork.
I got home at about 11:15, and Marcus looked pissed, but I was home by the time he said so he didn't say anything.
I waited for him to go to sleep so I could text Dave to bring the car back so we could unload the weapons. We'd thought about stashing them at his house, but he said he really had no idea where he would put them.
Luckily I had found some loose floor boards in the guest bedroom and I could stash them under there. Unluckily I couldn't fit them all. We had to work fast and quietly to avoid waking Marcus up, and we needed to get pretty fucking creative to find a place for all of them.
You wouldn't think you could, but god-damnit, with a little effort and a lot of patience you can fit an AK-47 in a teddy bear.
I've been thinking about that guy we saw the other night. Biker Knight, or Shred Ranger, or whatever we're gonna call him. I saw on the news that other costumed heroes are showing up. Waaay more of them online than actually on the street, but I couldn't remember hearing anything about that guy before or after we saw him. He seemed pretty serious about, more than Dave when he started but still nowhere near me and daddy. A lot of these other ones seem more like they're just playing superhero than actually trying to be one. A few seem to be more interested public service, ya know, cleaning parks and shit, than trying to stop crime. Other than Biker Knight I only know of one who has actually gotten involved with a crime in progress, The Guardian. He was on the news sometime after Red Mist appeared but before we knew he was backstabbing pussy douchebag toady cunt.
I can't wait until I can take a bowie knife and give him a vagina.
Then rape him with it.
I haven't gotten to talk to Dave in a few days. Katie has been really clingy for some reason and my homework load has been ridiculous.
At least it keeps me from getting bored.
Today at lunch though I spotted Dave sitting outside by himself. I went over and sat next to him. He seemed happy to see me. I asked him if he remembered how we used the playground as an obstacle course, and told him I came up with a day we could do it without waiting for everybody to leave.
When he asked what I had in mind, I punched him in the arm and said, "Tag. You're it."
