[There's this thing about the kind of music you slow dance to: it's all cultured (well, sort of), and culture really ain't Badou's gig.
But he's here at this big fancy party, trying to scrounge up some info, and well, it's pretty awkward being the odd one out when everyone else seems to be twirling their way around the dance floor. What's a guy to do?
Eh, maybe if he watches from the sidelines kinda near this big guy here....
Come to think of it, this big guy is pretty, er, unusual looking, isn't he. (This coming from a man who's seen pig-faced mutants, genetic experiments, and kids with wings.)
He looks over slowly, and then looks up...and up, and up (and Badou's not short either).
Oh shit, he's staring. Quick, say something!] Er, you're big.
Words do not exist to describe this level of absurdity, I am so sorry.
But he's here at this big fancy party, trying to scrounge up some info, and well, it's pretty awkward being the odd one out when everyone else seems to be twirling their way around the dance floor. What's a guy to do?
Eh, maybe if he watches from the sidelines kinda near this big guy here....
Come to think of it, this big guy is pretty, er, unusual looking, isn't he. (This coming from a man who's seen pig-faced mutants, genetic experiments, and kids with wings.)
He looks over slowly, and then looks up...and up, and up (and Badou's not short either).
Oh shit, he's staring. Quick, say something!] Er, you're big.