“Dammit. Just throw them out, Sheri. Or I will.” Sheri rolled her eyes. Deadblood was certainly wasting no time. As soon as Wang’s van was out of sight, he was demanding she dispose of the greasy white paper sack that Wang had handed her with a look of unparalled joy.
“They can’t be that bad, Champ. And with the great deal he gave you on all that gear you really should be polite and at least try one.” Sheri waggled the bag at him, as he turned slightly green in response.
“He gave me that great deal because he owes me, big time. Besides, if you think so highly of his cooking, why don’t YOU try one?” Deadblood backed away, crossing his arms over his chest. “I mean it. Throw them out. NOW. In the outside trash.”
“God... Fine, Champ. Don’t be such a big baby about it.” She retorted, headng outside with the paper sack as Deadblood breathed a sigh of relief. With those eggrolls out in the trash where they belonged, he could concentrate on their upgraded gear.
Wang really had given him an amazing deal, but it wasn’t because he was a fan of his cooking. No, he’d been the one that had given Gojinn the sword that almost killed him years ago, and the price he’d quoted Deadblood had directly reflected that.
The gear was quite an upgrade, too. Just the helmets alone would be a tremendous asset, let alone the rest of it. Deadblood couldn’t wait to try out the grapple gun in particular. It sat on the couch, practically calling his name.
Satisfied that Sheri would be busy out in the garage disposing of the eggrolls, he gave it an experimental heft. It felt good in his hand, solid. He pointed it at the side table, testing the sights. He couldn’t help but feel cool holding it, it was one of the most unique weapons he’d ever come across, let alone owned.
Then it went off, striking a large brown vase that Sheri had brought home from one of her shopping trips.
Deadblood cringed as the vase struck the floor, shattering. The grapple gun was not as easy to use as he’d originally assumed.
“Goddammit Deadblood! Who do you think you are, fucking Batman? This isn’t the fucking Batcave! Don’t fire that thing in the house!” Sheri’s voice rang from the front lawn. Damn, had she somehow developed super hearing powers to go along with her telekinesis?
Well, there was no hiding it now. He settled for grabbing the broom and quickly sweeping up the broken pottery shards before she made it back inside.
“I didn’t know it would go off, I swear. Thing has a hair trigger.” Deadblood said, as she stood in the doorway, frowning.
“No more playing with guns in the house, Champ. I liked that vase.” She pouted. At least she didn’t seem as angry as he’d assumed she’d be. For a moment he was afraid she’d go back outside for the eggrolls...
“You’re right. No more playing with guns in the house. I have a better idea.” She folded her arms, listening. “We should take it all out for a test drive, tonight. All the awesome equipment in the world doesn’t mean anything if we don’t know how to use it.”
“Obviously,” She scoffed. “I’m pretty sure whoever manufactured that thing didn’t intend for it to be used in the fucking house, for starters.”
“Tell you what. Let’s get dinner, and then go for a ride.” She gave him an evil smile and started for the door. He shook his head frantically, holding a hand up.
“No, don’t you even think about it! I’m ordering a pizza, Sheri!”
