"Raptor Jesus."
"Chuck Norris."
"Raptor Jesus!"
"No, Chuck Norris!"
"Raptor Jesus! He would win!"
"No way."
I slumped down in my seat, trying to ignore Embry and Quil's delirious conversation.
"Okay, fuck this, LEEROY JENKINS WOULD WIN!" I shouted.
They both turned to me, disbelieving eyes wide, and started to throw word vomit at me, but I jumped up and dashed out of the room.
I laughed and stuck my hands in my jeans pockets as I walked out of my garage and into the autumn leaves. I continued to walk until I saw Embry's son Carter shouting at Quil's son (Ironically, he didn't wait up for Claire, who was currently in fifth grade. Instead, he married Leah, who was a lot nicer now.) Quil Jr.
"The black power ranger."
"The red power ranger."
"The black one!"
"No, the red one!"
"The black one would win!"
"No way."
Patrick, who looked bored, got up and yelled, "This is dumb, the blue one would win!" And promptly stomped away.
He saddled up beside me, hands shoved in his pockets like me, and we continued to walk.
"Idiots." we both grumbled.