Warren Peace (hero_hotheadwp) wrote in sixwordstories,
Warren Peace
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Oh, good; I might steal one.
"Uh huh, right...you do that," he gives her strange look, and a 'you are crazy' smile. Nodding his head. He might just be backing away some too!
"You don't think I could?"
"It is a few billion light years away. So, yeah. I'd say you'd lose all your oxygen before you got there. Plus, why would you even try to steal one?"
I don't need oxygen; and I'd just transport myself there.

And I might want to put people on it.
"Yeah, sure...'kay. You enjoy that fantasy of yours. I shall sit over here, shaking my head and just generally being the equivalent of googly eyes about it while you try. That sound good to you? Sounds good to me, my moment might even include some beer. Yeah, beer is good. Uh, they have no idea if it is even habitable for the human race, so you will just be killing people!"
"I'd just make it habitable, then; or make them able to live in it; I have to make the people in the first place, anyhow."
Warren just bit his bottom lip at that statement and stared at her with this incredulous look on his face.
"Oh nothing, just wondering how a mind like yours works is all," he shook himself out of his reverie, and cleared his throat.

"Yeah, I'm done!" He still had that incredulous look on his face as he watched her.
"I could do it."
"Right, so who is your dealer? I really wanna get my hands on what you are smoking! Not that I smoke, but it sounds like it is some powerful shit!" He blinked a couple of times, and took another step back.
"I'll bring one of the planets here if you like.

Though it might destroy the earth..."
"Um, no...that won't be necessary. Trust me." He gave her his best deer in headlights look, and pumped his fist in the air.

"You keep on keepin' on there. And if you ever hear sirens, I would run in the other direction. It just means that the straight jacket patrol got your number, and they want to put you in a fishbowl for some observation. Though, on the other hand, they could give you lots of tasty candies that make you taste what sunshine really tastes like, should it--you know, have flavor and all that. In the meantime, you just keep out of trouble since I am really sure someone is going to wind up calling 911 concerning you, so they can sell you out to the man! I would tell you to keep yourself on the down-low."
...I'll figure out how to save the earth later.

Be back in a moment.

hero_hotheadwp

6 years ago

insanerthanyou

6 years ago