by Marcus Plethers » Thu Jun 04, 2015 6:25 am
So, the school had a sign up sheet that almost guaranteed some level of violence, action and interesting situations? Check, check, and double check. Marcus Plethers wasn't missing out on this opportunity. This place bored him. That was to be expected. He was used to fighting in school, drinking beer when his dad wasn't around and kind of having the run of his childhood home. Now that he was stuck in this joint not only did he go out of his way to avoid serious conversations but the boredom of not getting into the same trouble was starting to become a bit much. For this reason he approached the table, stared at the scary looking lady that appeared to have an aura of "small children, cute animals and your grandmother must die" around here and apprehended a booklet.
While Marcus was not known to say much he did have a question. "So, yeah. When do we get to go all Michael Bay and do explosions, smash people's heads in with bricks and wear the costumes?" He wished he didn't mention that last part about the costumes. He thought of those threads as nothing more than fancier Power Rangers gear. "Do we get the megazords now or later?" he asked. This was his honest attempt at trying to be funny. His dad once said that being funny could allow others to not judge him so harshly. But it didn't take much to tell Marcus was not exactly a people's person.