Vriska scoffed at Jade as she made her speech. "Are you really reciting the scientific method at me right now? Really?" But she had spoken too soon. Looming ominously behind her was her (not so) trusty magic eight ball, ready to be deployed directly at the back of her head by her nerdy adversary.
The eight ball smacked into the back of Vriska's head with a hollow thunk, much like that of a ripe watermelon.. "WHAT THE FUCK JADE????????" Vriska did indeed squawk, and reached a hand gingerly to the back of her head to caress the now-forming knot.
The ball rolled a short ways after bouncing across the floor merrily. As many times as Vriska had cursed at the novelty toy, it probably felt about as vindicated as a cheap plastic fortune teller could.
Squawk like a moronic fuckwad and clutch your head ====>
The eight ball smacked into the back of Vriska's head with a hollow thunk, much like that of a ripe watermelon.. "WHAT THE FUCK JADE????????" Vriska did indeed squawk, and reached a hand gingerly to the back of her head to caress the now-forming knot.
The ball rolled a short ways after bouncing across the floor merrily. As many times as Vriska had cursed at the novelty toy, it probably felt about as vindicated as a cheap plastic fortune teller could.