webby Wrote:Granted. But for the girls that would like the young Jack, action is very romantic, along with a bit of wit. Not talkin' 'bout the "Sweet Valley High" crowd. Blechhh.
Well, Webby, an ah-deer:
The fat boy trembled. "Wha--wha--we gonna do, Jack?"
Young Jack took his hand away from the torn throat. Shit. My fault. My fault. Never should have let him go on the roller-coaster alone.
Jack pulled the Boy Scout knife from his hip pocket. Always kept it to a razor edge.
"Not about you right now. It's about me. Payback time. And if I don't make it back...enjoy THE FLY tonight anyway. Here...the popcorn's on me."
The fat boy trembled. "You're talkin' crazy now, Jack. Count me in. Always wanted to be crazy."
Jack was touched by the fat boy's nonsense. "Here. You'll need this."
The fat boy trembled. "Aw, Jack...not your HULK #1."
"Take it. You'll need it."
The fat boy trembled. With pride.