“What gave me away, cur-face?” Salami returned.
“Exactly.” Mark laughed a bit. “Your face.”
Salami’s mouth fell open. “I never liked you, toad-face.”
The professor put his katana back in place. Salami would probably cause lots of problems for both Amelia and Mark Malone now.
I probably wouldn’t have to worry about anything.
But I did.
“You have to leave, Salami,” Amelia said. “The professor is ours.”
Salami laughed. “No one tells me what to do…especially butchered babes like you!”
Then–faster than greased lightning–Salami plunged a shot (of some sort) into the professor’s neck!
I was stunned. Nay, gardoobled!
My mind went quite hazy, then, I must admit.
Salami was staring at me expectantly, once the deed was done, waiting to see what would happen.
“Are you okay VJ?” It was Amelia. She seemed concerned, but she didn’t approach the professor.
Mark Malone seemed interested, but on guard.
Salami was still waiting.
I felt different, that’s for sure.
And then, this professor suddenly looked at Amelia.
“Why, don’t you look beautiful today.”
They were all stunned. I could tell. Especially Salami. His green eyes glowed.
“Heha…” He let out a small chuckle.
Amelia’s eyes widened.
“No, seriously,” I said, moving from my position and flinging my hands wide for some emphasis, “you’re as beautiful as my pants were yesterday.”
Mark Malone let out a huff of some sort…or maybe it was a chuckle? I really couldn’t tell.
Amelia started to breathe heavier: She didn’t look too happy. But…then again, when does she? Brutes never look happy.
“Yes, for sure,” I continued (I couldn’t stop myself, but then again, I didn’t want to), “as beautiful as my pants.”
“Your pants were beautiful…?” Salami stammered.
“Oh yes,” I said, spinning towards him. “They made my bottom half extraordinarily extraordinary.”
“That’s enough!” Amelia almost screamed.
A few of her soldiers charged me, and my katana was out again.
They weren’t expecting it, and they were no match.
Then, right before I jumped out the window, I turned…and winked.
You know, looking back on the whole affair, I swear it was that shot! Wouldn’t you say?