"Cunt." Isaac spat at Edward. "Let me out and fight me 1v1."
"I wouldn't waste my time." Edward replied calmly, slowly shrinking the bubble inwards
"Oi! You know I'm claustrophobic, let me out." Yelled Isaac
"What does claustrophobic mean?" asked Edward
"It means that he's afraid of Santa Claus." replied Josh.
"HO HO HO!" yelled Edward in a deep voice
"You've got to be shitting me." Isaac cringed, "Are you guys actually retarded?"
"No, we're dislectsick." Josh stated.
"Who's ready for hotdogs?!" shouted Will from the corridor. "I added sriracha sauce for an extra kick."
"What the fuck?" Isaac asked, confused.
"What? Did you think we had takeaway for dinner every night or something?" Will asked, concerned.
"We did." Isaac said sadly. "None of us are good at cooking."
"Oof, well there won't be any fast food here." Will said proudly.
"Why are we talking about this?" Isaac wondered aloud.
"Because I'm asking you if you want a hotdog dumbass." Will said with a smile.
"Sure. but if this is poisoned I'm gonna kill you." Isaac replied warily
"If it was poisoned I wouldn't let it anywhere near the plate." Will looked offended. "I'm very hygienic when it comes to cooking."
At this moment, Edward removed his bubble from under Isaac, dropping him to the ground with a thud. A hotdog on a plate slid forward out of the kitchen, nicely garnished with some cress and mustard.
"Wow, ok." Isaac didn't look convinced.
"Just eat. If we wanted you dead, you would be." Josh was getting annoyed now. He never got mustard on his hotdog.
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Supers Daily, the Brawl for it All
HumorFollowing a heavy disagreement, One person's world is threatened with destruction. Follow their journey as they save themselves through struggle and toil to bring around peace again.
