Spazerz wrote:
@Tornado: USA: Well, it's the least i could do, to show how sorry i am for obvious reasons.
Me: And I appreciate that- I really do- it's jus that I really don't know where to put all those... wait a miunute... of course... the GARAGE- Mama, do we have space in either of the garages to fit all this weaponry?"
My mom: "Well, I guess I could make some space in the upper garage... but I'm not saying this is a good idea."
Me: "Well, it's not like we have any other choice, do we?"
My mom: "I guess not..."
Me: "Well, then let's get on with it!"
Soon, me, my mom, and Washington were taking out junk and clearing space for our totally illegal weaponry (here's to hoping USA's got proof that he legally owns all this stuff).
After we had cleared enough space to store all the weapons, I went to USA, who was on the balcony slouching off on the swinging chair.
"Hey, USA, go and make yourself useful. Go bring those weapons to the garage."
USA: "Why?"
Me: "Why? Because you really need to lose some of that weight of yours."
USA: "But I like it!"
Me: "Seriously, man- it doesn't look good on you."
USA: "Oh, c'mon-"
Me: "*sigh* Maybe if I got Washington to-"
Suddenly, I felt USA rush between my legs, which knocked me down. Then, for the next minute or so, I saw a blur of activity as USA rushed to get all the weapons in the garage. When USA finally slowed down and stopped, he was sweating and breathing hard.
"*huff* *huff* I... think... that's... the last... of.. it... *huff* *wheeze* *huff*"
Then USA collapsed.
As we all rushed to help him, we could see that he was dizzy, his eyes were dialated, and he was obviously in the runner's high.
USA: "Mommy, I see a unicorn..."
I quickly picked him up and laid him on the couch.
Me: "Don't worry, he'll be back to normal in a few minutes."
Then I went to cover up the weaponry with a blanket and put all the junk on top. Here's to hoping the army doesn't come after me, I thought.
(Spacerz continues.)