I was sitting at the bar with my friends when i heard somebody exclaim ”DAYMAN!!!” followed by a loud clap. Being the merry old soul that i am, i responded with “Defeater of The Nightman.” This individual looked at me, our eyes locked, and we both said.
He laughed, i laughed, everyone at the table laughed. That should have been the end of it, but Dayman had other plans. He approached me slowly, like a tiger stalking a gazelle. Before i knew that i was being hunted, he sprung. He slammed his drink down on the table and proclaimed that i was the funniest individual at the table. My tablemates looked at me in shock and horror. There was no escape, Dayman had the only exit blocked. Dayman put his arm around me and whispered “YOU SHOUDL COME OUTSSSIDE WITH MEH!” as loud as he could. After my ears recovered from his Sonic Shock attack. I did what any person would do under such pressure from a mighty superhero such as Dayman. I said i didn’t smoke.
Dayman looked shocked, but the rebuff worked. He backed away from me slowly. Then, however, he turned to my friend Chris. Before i could act he put his arm around Chris and said “YOU SHOULD TELL HIM TO COME OUTSIDE WITH MEH!” Chris, much to his credit, retained his composure. He simply wiped the saliva off his face and said “No.” I thought for a brief moment he had a Rorshach mask on. Dayman had just taken a blow to the chest, directly to his heart. He slammed his drink down on the table and proclaimed
“YOU ARE ALL ASH-HOLES! EVEN THE GIRL!”
I dont think my friend Allison ever truly recovered.