by Brnin8r » Wed Oct 22, 2008 3:20 pm
Mike regards the questions and looks to the invading thing, its tentacles, and the chaos it was causing; the newly transformed tourists crying for help, being heroes, or just being confused; and the general idea behind every person. A smile couldn't help but spread on Mike's face as he felt absolutely comfortable where he was at and what he was looking at. "I'm not sure what we should do. Other people are getting on lifeboats that may or may not be overtaken by that thing about to kill us all while others are gallantly defending the innocent. While you, my most beautiful barmaid, and I are sitting and watching the show. I suppose we could get to know each other better by my asking you if anything else has happened to you..." Mike's smile turns to a smirk, "like telling people secrets involuntarily." Mike glanced to the bartender to see if she reacted, "For example I mean." he quickly added to cover his subtlety.
Soon after, Mike shakes his head, confused at what he just said. He doesn't say anything about it though so he can see what happens. 'The hell....' he thinks as he reviews what he just said, quite eloquently for that matter.
It's not about how much dough you make -- it's about how delicious a pizza you eat at the end.
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