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*twitch*
*Eye's jerk to the side*
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*Arms spasms*
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*Face of Fury*
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*Nostrils begin to flare, a flame springs up from Khang's eyes.*
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*Static-X's "I Want To Fucking Break It" begins in the background"*
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*sneezes*
Whew!
Yeah, I really hate when people execute a Sterling drift. You know, where they are walking next to you, and you're holding their hand. You're chatting, maybe perhaps with some popcorn in your free hand, a pretzel in
Hers theirs and they just sorta inch over into your flight path. It's a little annoying, but you let it go. They then waver a tidbit away, so your arm has to support its own weight, which is okay, just you know, unnecessary. So you move a little closer. She was doing the same thing, so you overdraft. You bump into each other, both giggle. But you're a little annoyed, but it's okay it seems to be ov-
Fucking A, she's drifting again! *compensates*
SHIT, STOP BUMPING ME WOMAN!!!
"Sorry again, dear." She giggled.
"It's okay." Silence again, but he noticed her going away again, cursing mentally, he waited for her to drift back. She started to, but began picking up speed. Momentum, like she was doing it. Her face still wore the expression of clueless bliss. She can't NOT be aware of that. Seriously? She's like, on a boat(MOTHERFUCKER!)!
Damn... STOP IT!! GAAAHHHH
Then she REALLY like, starts pushing against you. Like a retard with a friction fetish. Seriously beginning to piss me off. I think perhaps its a joke, so I push back. She looks at me weirdly and I stop. She goes back to her drunken yawing. I'm really pissed now, and don't care. I begin drifting too. So now we're like those rubber balls attached by a strand of rubbed, for elastic-ness that you wack things with. Like a rubber slinky, just going left, the otherside right, then snapping back together. We were walking straight, just in a funky path, so we looked like OCD's, rather than drunks. So we're flying in formation of a kid with a crayon, and I'm REALLY getting pissed. I drop her hand and she looks worriedly over at me. I stop walking and try to speak. Except now shes rushing at me in a wide curve, looking weirdly contrasted form the benign concern on her face as she does the trajectory I image a bee trying to tell his friends that a goat is raping an alligator that is wearing a hat of meat. In the bee equivalent of Hebrew would try. Oh, and he must have snorted something in the recent past.
Anyway, she's now rushing at my, weaving left and right. She crashes into me and we topple over backward.
"WHAT. THE. FUCK!?" I yelled, but she rolled off of me and began to execute some sort of rolling dance move.
That, my friends, is how you execute a Sterling drift. The first part. The rest is my tale of rage. There is a part two, but people would start yelling at me for being high(I'm not. Just, eh...).
