Whoa, they do? [She cranes her neck to peer at the sky. Nothing up there, not yet.] Should we get a couple rifles?
[She can throw her scissors pretty far, but that depends on the shark's altitudes...hmm...oh well! Better sharks than cows! She imagines getting shat on by the latter would put you in a coma.]
Huh? What? You're still talking? [No, he's giving her a name. Jill puts her sights back on the earth and looks him in the eye. They're very blue eyes. Kinda freakish, actually, which makes it a good thing they're as round and button-cute as a fuzzy lil teddy bear's.]
All right. I'm Jill. [She's found it helps to leave the "Genocide" part out. Thank god no one gets back issues of the Tokyo news here.] Or Jack. Or "Your Worship". I'll answer to all three.
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[She can throw her scissors pretty far, but that depends on the shark's altitudes...hmm...oh well! Better sharks than cows! She imagines getting shat on by the latter would put you in a coma.]
Huh? What? You're still talking? [No, he's giving her a name. Jill puts her sights back on the earth and looks him in the eye. They're very blue eyes. Kinda freakish, actually, which makes it a good thing they're as round and button-cute as a fuzzy lil teddy bear's.]
All right. I'm Jill. [She's found it helps to leave the "Genocide" part out. Thank god no one gets back issues of the Tokyo news here.] Or Jack. Or "Your Worship". I'll answer to all three.