Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 172175 times)

I open the door cautiosly, preparing to slam the door in the dog's face if it so much as showed its teeth. "Gimme."

I slowly moved my face into the woman's view, the same innocent smile taped onto my face.

I throw the pants through the door. "Why is a little dog controlling us?"

"I don't know," I say, removing my pants and slipping into the jeans Alex handed me. I sling my pants over my shoulder, intending on not feeding it to the dog.

As soon as the woman exits with her new pants, I grab at the new pants like I did her old ones.

I grab the dog by the scruff of its neck before it could eat my pants, as it gives me that same innocent look. God this dog is the most infuriating sod I have seen in my life. I keep the dog at a distance, making sure the bugger couldn't scratch or bite my arm.

I let out a small giggle, watching the show.

I begin flailing each of my limbs and my head, squealing as I do so.

"What kind of loving god would put an animal like this onto the earth," I ask sarcastically, walking over to Alex. "I cannot be around this sodding dog. You let him go and allow him to eat my pants, I shall rain pure fury upon ye, mortal," I say melodramatically.

I begin barking, not stopping my mindless flailing.

"Well, it's just us 2 girls, take those pants off and see what he does.." I say smiling, holding in a laugh.

I keep a straight face. "If you're implying what I think you're implying," I say, raising an eyebrow somewhat seductively to mock her, "then you had best lock the doors. Anyways," I continued, shaking the dog slightly and handing it over to Alex, "Take care of the bloody thing, will you? I can't have this bastard following me around all the time, or really at all."

I stop flailing and start barking at the woman with a great taste in pants.

I take the dog from Alex's hands and look at it straight in the eyes

I bite the woman in the nose.