by Toshiro Narumi » Wed Jul 01, 2015 3:21 pm
"Nah. That's from Monday," he smirked.
"There I was, chasing the bad guy, when BAM!" he said, pounding a fist up into his other hand for emphasis, "I was hurled into the ceiling and dropped by his telekinesis. When I got back up, I was, like, totally surrounded mooks. Like, a dozen of them!"
It was five.
Pfft! He doesn't know that!
"I was all 'You want some of this! Come and get it losers!' and they were all, 'Oh no!' So I grabbed a table and went all Conan on their lame asses." He then mimed an elaborate fight scene.
That so never happened.
"When I caught up to the guy he was all 'You're too late Herr Samebito, ze bomb iz armed!' and I was all 'If that bomb drops, the next one will be you!"
Okay first, he wasn't a Nazi. Second, Carlos said that.
Why do you hate fun Bro?
"Then he flung glass at me and threw it out the 30th floor window. My trusty companions jumped after it and I knocked out the bad guy. Bam. Day saved."
I give up.