What do you want, MacGuffin, a duel?No. Julian held out both hands, one palm flat, the other held over it in a fist. Rock, paper, scissors. Two out of three. Ty rolled his eyes and held out his fist, apparently willing to play. Julian hit his palm three times, and Ty kept time with his fist in the air. But when Julian threw a paper, Ty reached into his jacket with his other hand and pulled his gun, aiming it at Julian. Ty! Zane said in exasperation from the front seat. Glock, paper, scissors. I win. You are an ass, Julian muttered.
Words cannot express my disappointment that I must pass on the invitation to once again witness your gelatinous buttocks swaying as you try to climb a greased pole naked in search of athletic glory. Sadly, the last occasion on which I witnessed this event had a deleterious effect on my psyche for which I am still seeking the attention of a therapist.A.C. Kemp as Lady Arabella Snark