He Parker his unicycle. I expected him to get off, but he insisted on staying where he was. He claimed the unicycle gave him power from the gods. I shrugged it off and waited for him to make a move.
He didn't.
I waited for 45 minutes and nothing happened. He stayed perfectly balanced and still on his unicycle. The glare from the FUCKING SICK rims blinded me.
I looked deep into his glossy eyes. He slowly blinked, his slimy skin leaving excess over his eyeball.
It made me slightly upset when I would try to whisper sweet nothings into his hearing whole in the side of his head and all he would reply with was, "oh shit waddup."
