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SPOILER!!: the OW part of WOW Quote:
Originally Posted by Mell  HA! Waylon needed to practice first. That's why having a water pistol was so much better than a slingshot. No need for practice. Oliver started to laugh as his friend placed a water balloon in the slingshot and he had just opened his mouth to give him a little smack talk when out of nowhere he was hit in the face with...something.
"What the...?" He stumbled backward slightly and because he was trying to see where that had come from, he had taken his eyes off Waylon and his stupid balloon. He felt it slap the front of him a second later and the cold water begin to seep into his pants.
Lovely. Now it looked as though he had peed himself.
And of course he should have known. "William." he muttered and adding a few colourful expressions under his breath. Oliver turned his water pistol on his other best friend and began firing water at him. "Welcome to the party, pal."
Bwhaha! He had always wanted to say that. Quote:
Originally Posted by Destiny Well.. that was unexpected.
Waylon blinked a few times as the little Nerf dart came out of nowhere and hit Oliver right in the face. He probably would have doubled over laughing if it wasn't for the fact that, not even a second later, another Nerf dart came only to hit him in the neck. "What the.. ?" he mimicked Oliver's words, placing his hand over the spot that was hit and glancing around to find the person RESPONSIBLE. Unfortunately, because he was too busy looking around, he missed the water balloon hit the Ancient Runes Professor and make it look like he had himself an accident.
He would have doubled over laughing at that, too.
It wasn't a surprise when William appeared, showing off himself and his.. guns. Waylon lowered his hand from off his neck and loaded his slingshot back up with the other red balloon and aimed at William, hoping that he understood that he didn't feel like bending down to pick up a green balloon specially for him. It wasn't like the water was the same color of the balloon! Which.. now he thought of doing. Pfft.
"We didn't forget to invite you." Bwaha! Letting go of the slingshot's elastic, Waylon watched as the balloon headed straight for Willy. It's what he gets for being late.
"Haha, thanks," William guffawed at Oliver, particularly when he looked like he had wet himself. "Might wanna go change your pants, mate," he called out gleefully. What was this, revenge for the pumpkin juice? OH YES. Willy aimed his Nerf gun at his friend and shot off about five more little darts, aiming for the nice large wet spot.
They would stick wonderfully there. 
"Okay, YOU forgot to invite me. I know how badly you need a remembrall you can't lose, Waylon." Willy grinned and lowered his gun for a second, which was just enough time for large, red balloon to pop all over his chest. "Oooooh," he inhaled sharply as the cold water seeped through to him. "THAT'S IT! This is war!"
The creature teacher dropped to one knee, quickly rooting around in his bag and switching his large gun for two smaller ones, one in each hand. And bada bing, bada boom, William was shooting off tons of darts at Waylon, then turning one gun on each of his friends and continuing to fire as he made his way, cowboy-like, toward the bucket of water balloons.
He needed an alternate source of ammo!
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