E-V-E-R-Y O-N-E
“Ehh? So sure?” Luke inhales his cigarette and exhales the smoke away from the old, sloth man that stood right in front of him.
“Sure don’t seem like it, old man. Especially with your hair lookin’ like that.” He noticed the old person, dude, thing, what ever he was, looking at his bat. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt ya’.” He gave him a smile just to annoy the hell out of him.
”!!” A hand quickly flew up to his head defensively. Sure, his hair was shades away from being unconditionally white, but white hair didn’t always signify old age! Take that guy on the telly, for example… His thoughts were interrupted by the rude-butt kid yammering something about hurting blahblah.Â
“Tch! If anything, you should be afraid that I’ll hurt you.”
Soon as he heard the word 'I'll hurt you' came out of this old thing's mouth, he swung his bat right in front of his face and gave him a death glare. "Don't screw with me old man. I'm not afraid to rip you apart."Â











