numbuh 4 of the kids next doorthirteen or older be prepared to get W H O O P E D
couldnt keep me on the ground
"I’m sixteen, and you just knocked me over." Brat. He pops his nonexistent knuckles and rolls his shoulders. “You don’t think that me headbutting you was me giving in and getting ready to kick your butt to the moon?”
Sheesh. Kids didn’t even recognize when a fight was about to get good. “Name’s William. Make sure you tell it to all your friends so they’ll know who tore you a new one. Now bring it on.”
His anger was immediately replaced with delinquent spirit. He was ready to fight, he had been waiting to fight this whole freakin’ time!
"Brace yourself Wet Willie, you’re about to get done in by Numbuh Four—" A hop on his feet to change his footings position and he closed the distance between them, jumping up and aiming a punch to the others gut.
Don’t let the pep fool you. He’s still ticked off.
"I’ve tried that! Moonbase just keep sending the cheap sodas. The hamsters aren’t happy with that. No one likes cheap soda. And you’re not really the best at sharing.” At least she could give Wally this, he did have good taste in soda. It was a problem, though.
"UUUUUUUGH fine. I was saving up my money to buy a new rainbow monkey, but if it’ll help you and the hamsters get along I guess I could give you some.” It’s a dangerous move. There’s no telling what he’ll spend it on. For the sake of the hamsters, and for peace, it’s a risk she’s willing to take.
His normally still mind did a bit of exercise, running a few ways before finally settling again. The result was relief and guilt. An odd combination, but he was getting what he wanted at the expense of Kuki not getting what she wanted. Sure she’d get it eventually though, right?
"Huh, really? You got a ton of ‘em anyway, it’s not like you need another Rainbow Monkey right this instant.” Nice, Wally. Nice. "—D’you wanna come with me then? I got some money left over too which will hopefully get enough to keep ‘em outta my stash. Plus this way we can separate what’s mine and what’s theirs."
"But if I catch ‘em takin’ my stuff after this, not even you can tell me I’m wrong in wanting to throw their furry butts off the balcony.” At least he’s offering to help.
i feel the four become five,
waiting by the mailbox by the train,
stole a key,
i’ve paid my dues time after time,
i have told all of my enemies very politely to go home.
If all our life is but a dream
Fantastic posing greed
Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea
For diamonds do appear to be
Just like broken glass to me
Bit by bit, gonna get my bricks out in the sticks
Bit by bit, gonna build my house in the wildest thickets
Gonna get away from all those mouths and my shit
Gonna say good-bye to all the la-di-da-di-da-di-da-di-da
I’m getting on a mountain, away from the people on the ground and some cop sticking up my wagon
Exile, It takes your mind again
Exile, It takes your mind again
You’ve got suckers’ luck, have you given up?
Does it feel like a trial?
Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine?
I was angry when I met you
Welcome to your life
I’m Pilate and Jesus and I wept when Lennon died
I wish I would’ve met you
Every time I look in the mirror