I was walking as I usually did... Suddenly, a robotic hand touches my shoulder. "Spikey Spiegel, I guess?" He said in a deep voice..
"You must be Jet Black." I said, still not looking at him.
"I have just a few questions to ask you." Jet added.
"Whatever." I said, trying to think of a way to break the robotic grip. <i>Damn! I'll never be able to break the damn grip... </i>
He moved his hand off my shoulder.
<i> Thank you! </i> I began to run.
"DAMN!" Jet cursed...
 Spikey Spiegel · Wed Feb 22, 2006 @ 09:47pm · 0 Comments |
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