 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
"It doesn't taste bad,'' Adi said to Henric as he laughed a bit. Yep, he liked mustard. But Henric... he looked like he wanted to barf. "Yo, Henny. You alright? Not trying to make the place smell worse, are you?''
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"Yeah, I'll be fine.'' He winced and then nodded at Henric. Thanks for caring, bud. "Just need to walk it off. And I will be.'' And that's what he did after punching the balloon, not really caring for the rebounding it did on his head. Drat you, silver balloon.
At least Henric had better luck. OHHH Maple Syrup! THIS Adi didn't mind getting splashed in and he received a healthy dose of the gooey liquid on his face and clothing. Yeah, yeah, he had given up on trying to protect his hair. So distracted was he by the syrup, he didn't even hear Moxley's reply to Henric's question.
Annnnd there was another POP! Whaaa? Had Henric somehow managed to pop another because Adi hadn't done anything. What nasty- oh. Feathers. Look at it all floating down graciously upon him and Henric. "We're Badgers not chickens,'' he commented in amusement. "Or any kind of birds.''
Look, though! A grey balloon! Adi punched it with ALLLLLL his might, sending feathers that had been attached to his left hand flything. Was it enough? |