Attn: Detritus
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The two find themselves across from each other - the brazen glory of the Warrior fool, detritus, bright yellow pants and red jumper a vainglorious counterpoint to the small dagger, held aloft and gleaming too much in the grey North London skies. Opposite, as if waiting for the 434 bus, his nemesis - the gross flatulant mass of The Infidel Bristolian. Wheezing violently, each loathsome rise of breath sheds coin-sized flecks of brittle skin on the children (I notice only now) he is sitting on. Oh, how they squirm.
Ready to do battle, they set about focussing on the battle ahead.. only to be rudely interrupted by.. what the fuck is wrong with you guys - go find your own goddamn thread to moan in - what the fuck man? *rolls dice* Oh for fuck's sake, spooky - the 16-sided battle die's gone under the couch again - it's your turn to go get it - I'm doing the pizza, remember?
- I kinda lost heart after reading your previous effort - i don't appear to have the wit or imagination to follow up! :)detritus