Post by pj on Feb 22, 2008 22:09:40 GMT -5
"I didn't," Darla growled in response, struggling to keep the impatience from her voice. She was growing weary of his incompetence and it was starting to wear through her thinly veiled civility. She was about ten seconds from doing to Mort what he had just done to the spider when she grabbed the penknife from his hand. An evil grin spread across her face as she climbed onto the chair he had just vacated and peered at the vent.
"I have a theory," Darla began, poking the vent with the penknife, "I believe that you may have stored the bomb in this vent, right here." A few twists and grunts later, the little brass vent popped off and Darla reached inquisitive hands into the tiny area. "Here we are," Darla said as her hands reached something square and metallic. As she pulled out what she assumed was a block of C4, her eyes twinkled with greed and her smile grew. Once it was out of the brass vent, however, her face fell and she turned to Mort, the metallic object she mistook for C4 in her hands.
"What the bloody hell..." She said in disbelief, staring down at an Aquaman lunch box, "Is this your sodding lunch box? Do you keep you fledgeling lunch in there? Are you kidding me?" She didn't scream or raise her voice, instead her questions came like bullets from the gun of utter perplexity. She narrowed her eyes at him then, completely confused and wondering what the hell she was even doing here. He can't be serious...No self-respecting villain eats from a bloody Aquaman lunch box. Superman, maybe. But Aquaman? Fuck no. Darla thought, running in her mind every explanation for this odd discovery. Or maybe it is his.. Maybe he is so fledgeling deranged...that...
Her eyes widened in awe. He was clearly incredibly hardcore.
"I have a theory," Darla began, poking the vent with the penknife, "I believe that you may have stored the bomb in this vent, right here." A few twists and grunts later, the little brass vent popped off and Darla reached inquisitive hands into the tiny area. "Here we are," Darla said as her hands reached something square and metallic. As she pulled out what she assumed was a block of C4, her eyes twinkled with greed and her smile grew. Once it was out of the brass vent, however, her face fell and she turned to Mort, the metallic object she mistook for C4 in her hands.
"What the bloody hell..." She said in disbelief, staring down at an Aquaman lunch box, "Is this your sodding lunch box? Do you keep you fledgeling lunch in there? Are you kidding me?" She didn't scream or raise her voice, instead her questions came like bullets from the gun of utter perplexity. She narrowed her eyes at him then, completely confused and wondering what the hell she was even doing here. He can't be serious...No self-respecting villain eats from a bloody Aquaman lunch box. Superman, maybe. But Aquaman? Fuck no. Darla thought, running in her mind every explanation for this odd discovery. Or maybe it is his.. Maybe he is so fledgeling deranged...that...
Her eyes widened in awe. He was clearly incredibly hardcore.