Written by Czar Fruitcake
SUMMARY: Harley gets hers.
Jack, his eyelids only half open, looked sleepily down at the fifteen year old in front of him. His hand raised slowly, and though, had he been awake, he would never have even entertained the thought of hitting a fifteen year old girl, in his unconscious state, he had no control over his own hand.
THWACK! Jacks hand caught Harley on the back of her head, and she looked at him, thoroughly disgruntled. “You’re not supposed to THWACK me,” she said. “You’re supposed to THWACK them.
THWACK! “That’s for randomly appearing because the powers that control our world decided that, though Joey needed a little sister figure, giving her an actual half-sister would never work, even though Joey’s dad had clearly cheated on her mom when she was young enough that she could have a half sister your age.”
Harley looked at him, confused. “Huh?” she said.
THWACK! “For being in the awful movie that was Blue Crush,” Jack muttered in his sleep.
“Now you’re totally disillusioned,” Harley said, trying to sound like Joey.
Jack just continued mumbling. “Stupid looks-like-an-Olsen-came-out-of-nowhere-shows-up-randomly-travel-sized-midget-dating-the-dumbest-guy-ever-named-after-a-motorcycle twit.”
There was nothing Harley could say to that, because Jack had made many very valid points, but Harley felt her own desire to THWACK somewhat fueled. She looked around at the others. Which one of them would get it next? She rubbed her hands together. So many people to THWACK, so little time.