[09] For The Love Of Zod

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• December 12, 2016 •

[ Tim <•> Connor ]

C: I can't believe you were in Metropolis but did not tell me.

T: well because I had other priorities.

C: so Zachary is a priority now?

T: not meaning to hurt your feelings but yes.

C: ...

C: I have never felt more betrayed my entire life.

T: deal with it.

***

C: how come you meet Zach for just a couple hours and decide he's better than I who has been your friend for over a decade now!

T: ten years is a hell of a long time, buddy.

T: I wouldn't be alive in the next ten years, guaranteed.

C: ...

T: and I would say I have known you for almost half of that.

T: key word being almost.

C: liar!

T: in my defense, for the first many months after our epic encounter, you were entirely dysfunctional and hell bent on killing us so I can't count that era in our friendship tenure.

***

C: but did you die, bitch?

T: unfortunately, no.

C: ...

T: that's one of the reasons I have still not fully forgiven you.

C: ...

T: like you had such a perfect opportunity to kill me, you're a Kryptonian for goodness sake!

T: ...

C: ...

T: I meant, Kryptonian clone *

C: shut up!

***

T: but yeah I was saying...

T: you could have just smacked me in the head with those fists of steel and it would have been a win win either way.

C: I have no idea whether you are high or concussed even now.

T: do NOT interrupt, let me imagine the whole scenario of what would have happened if you had smacked me in the head instead.

C: you're incorrigible... 

T: cause - permanent head injury

T: preferable result - death

C: so now you're going to bold and italicize it? That's how desperate you are to die?

T: or in other case - memory loss

T: either way I would have been free of this hellhole!

T: and as an answer to your previous question, death is my one true love...

C: I doubt that.

T: ...

T: after coffee, that is.

T: coffee is my one true love, death comes second.

***

C: oh and I did try to smack you in the head with these fists of steel, as you so eloquently stated.

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