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 ||Just a few days before Breakdown, Weezle wanders a local farmer's market, giving himself some more time alone to think.|| Well... I guess I'm not so special afterall. I've been part of 'Brendan's Group' for a couple weeks now, and how many times have any of the other people talked to me? Well let's see... there was that time at the party... That's one............... Well I guess that's it. Okay, I didn't join Brendan's side to make friends, but it would be nice to at least get a hello. Yea, I've still got Keoki and Ravyn, but it would be nice to have more than two friends. ||As Weezle mindlessly gropes some lemons on a fruit stand, a small boy walks up to Weezle.|| Hey you! ||At first Weezle doesn't hear the boy, being that he's off in his own world, talking to himself.|| ...Huh? Me? Yea, you! Weezle! Oh, hello little boy. Do you want an autograph? From you? Hell no! I'm a Judas Priest fan! ...Beg....Pardon? Judas Priest is my favouritest wrestler-guy! Is that so? Yea! He's so cool! He's... he's.... well, I don't have to explain myself to you! I like him for my own reasons! Because you're both some of life's many losers? I MEAN-- OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!! ||As Weezle tried to find a more appropriate reply, he had accidentally squeezed the lemon he was holding in his hand, squirting juice into the child's eyes.|| Oh my god! Mr. Lemon... you just pissed in that kid's eyes!! ||Weezle looks down at the slightly squished lemon in his hand.|| That was hella cool! ||As Weezle throws some change at the fruit vendor to cover the cost of the lemon, the child's mother comes running up to her wailing son.|| *sob* He...He...He...He...He...squir...squir...SQUIRT MEEEEEEE!!! *whimper* ||The boy's rather husky mother looks at Weezle, then stands up... standing over Weezle by a couple inches.|| Buhhhhhhh.... Well you see..... I....I.... You shouldn't pick on--OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! ||Weezle looks at down at his hand... and can't find it.|| ||Weezle then looks up a bit, and sees his outstretched arm, with his hand tightly grasped around his lemon.|| Lemon! YOU JUST PISSED IN HER EYES!! I think I love you! ||As the mother and her son rub their eyes in pain, a crowd starts to gather.|| Mr. Lemon... I think it's time we leave. ||His lemon still safely in his grasp, Weezle bursts through the crowd and runs to the parking lot as quick as he can.|| Whoa... Lemon guy... You were pretty good back there! You know... I could use a friend like you..... ||End|| |
