“Nah man, the Bereaved could never win!” “Whatchu talkin’ ‘bout Carl?!” “The fuck you mean what I’m talking about? Isn’t it obvious? No way he can win with that broken down leg— its even swollen and dripping leg goo!” Carl vexed. “Ughh, you just don’t get it. Stop looking at his deformity, you should know better than anyone that looks don’t mean a thing—“ “HEY!” Chimed Carl, looking more basic than usual, “—That was uncalled for, and out of line!” He huffed as he knelt to the floor. “You know I try. I’m just saying. In this world such an injury is automatic death. No one wants a deformed. You’re worth more ugly than disabled, unless you prove useful that is, like Oscar.” “Man, this is why I don’t like hanging with you. You're clueless, …show more content…
“No wonder Oscar always says talk is cheap, since thats all you do… It probably gets on your nerves that someone who you believe to have a disability is actually better than you.” “It’s no wonder you hate him so much.” “Shuck a cork!” Carl snapped. Just as Carl sucks his teeth at his friend he sees rustling in the bushes not too far from him and jumps. “WHO’S THERE?!” he yells as he edges closer to his friend for safety. “CARL YOU DOG! HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT FEROCITY THE GREAT WITH THAT CHEAP ATTACK!” “HUUUUUUUH?” Both Carl and his friend said in disbelief. “Azekah, you’re really going to let him get away with that? Like, he totally disrespected you!” “YEAH, YEAH!” Another chimed. “AZEE—BOOM!” The fourth yelled as he jumped out the bushes in excitement. “We. Saw. It. All.” Said Nilly. “A million and what to Az, and ZERO to Carl; another loss buddy…” Tyle said sarcastically as he leaned on a large tree next to the bushes. “Sup Az” Tyle motioned to Azekah. “Yo.” “Oscar wants us all to be back at base an hour before sun