Taking a right on Tryon and blowing pass the bank of america building I acidentaly arrived before the bus did. Landing in the front parking lot I threw the keys at the valet and told him to take it easy on the turns... or the monkey might go for a light dinner. Looking at the spa I took in the sights of large marble columns, the white pool, and the security cameras everywhere.
Then I focused on the pool. There was... it can't be... Going through the front area I passed the front desk area. The staff were staring at me, mouthes open. And not just becase I had just did a A+ landing on a green flying monkey (the purple flying monkeys all had the swine flu at the same time, What can you do?) and not beacuse I had this strange aura of maddness that even some humans felt. No, it was becuse of all the people in the world that could visit their new spa they never expected me to visit. Going past the janitor closet I heard something drop inside. what the... I opened the door.
"Whoops sorry Gothica! Hiya D. Kyubbi! Don't let me interupt the kissing I ust needed to grab something!"
Grabing the nearest obect I slammed the door. Hopfuly he wouldn't be too pissed. Looking in my hand I saw I grabbed a bottle of pure alcohol. Putting that in my personal hammerspace for latter I continued on my quandrey. I jumpped the pool fence and stood behind the life guard stand. Suddenly the occupant pulled a rag and lit it, then in one daft movement he stuffed it in a large bottle of clear liquid and thew it at me.
I watched it as it soared upward and spun. The fire catched to the contients and flared up. As it soar down To my face I caught it, pulled put the rag and drank the entire Molotov cocktail. Pure ethonal, theres nothing like it.
"I see my old foe,
Whom I fight forever more,
Hello, drunk one Joe."
That ryhming a-hole D.Joe.
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DUNDUN
Negative Joe has arived! who is he? What is he like?
Joe: Me, you idiot
N.Joe: If we were the same, that would be pretty lame.
Me: *sigh*