"What a good idea."
"Fletcher, no."
"It'll be great fun."
"Fletcher, no."
"Do you think I should do it?"
"No."
"I think I should do it."
"No."
"I'm going to do it."
"Fletcher, for God's sake-"
"I'll probably fly!"
"Fletcher! You'll hurt your arse!"
"But I want to fly!"
"Do you know what? Whatever. I can't be bothered anymore. Do whatever you want."
"Wooooo!!"
Sizzle... Crack...
"AAARRGGHH!!!"
***
"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of Fletcher Renn, the last teleporter. If only he hadn't insisted that setting off a firework up his own backside would be a good idea..."
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