Voodoo, the very distant future - Millicanoned Medal of Honor reboot part deux

[boston_bruiser]

Anyone out back of the bar might hear a lot of movement out by the lake. And, well...a fair amount of arguing.

"I'm telling you it's a bad idea."

"How is it a bad idea? Ain't like it's gonna hurt anyone."

"Fine, it's a stupid idea."

"Well aren't you just the beacon of moral and emotional support right now."

Anyone who catches a glimpse of these shenanigans will see a stubble-faced man in a blue polo, Oakleys, and khaki cargoes darting between a handful of steel pistol targets and duct-taping weights of various poundage to the backs of each while a honey badger looks on.

"You want moral and emotional support, I'm sure I could dig up a few clippings of Dear Abby."

"Ouch. Are you sure you're my daemon?"

"Last time I checked."

"Really? When was that?"

"About the time you pulled a Rip Van Winkle after Shepherd's last 'recruiting drive'."

"What? I wasn't that drunk."

"You told your commanding officer that there were red crayons in her hair."

"I'm pretty sure I didn't-"

"Those were her highlights."

"Well, good, now we've got that cleared up-"

"You kept mistaking her husband for an arthouse Peter Parker."

"That's bullshit-"

"You told Shepherd you'd enlist if he gave you a keg and let you wear a kilt."

"Oh, shit, really-"

"You were up on the roof for half an hour yelling about how you were going to do your 'Tarzan swan dive'."

"I think that's a little far-fetched-"

"You kept barging into the supply closet, yelling 'where's Narnia?'"

"Now that one I own up to-"

"And you asked the bartender if she was single."

"What was wrong with that?"

"Her husband was right next to you."

"Okay, that might've been a less-than-stellar judgement on my part."

"Just like this is. I'm telling you, Alyx isn't going to like this."

"What, you're psychic now?"

"No, just cynical. With your ideas, it's usually sufficient."

"You know what, I just might take you up on that Dear Abby offer."


Do what you will.