SEK spies an OLD LADY being crushed by the Christmas tree she's trying to remove from the roof of her car.
SEK: Do you need some help with that?
OLD LADY: Yes, some would be nice.
SEK: Let me take that.
SEK accepts far more weight than this tiny muscles can bear but whatever.
OLD LADY: Thank you. It's good to know someone has the Christmas spirit.
SEK: I'm not a—
OLD LADY: You have the spirit, whatever you are.
SEK: (well-nigh collapsing) I'm not anything.
OLD LADY: Everyone is something.
SEK: Nope.
OLD LADY: Everyone.
SEK: So I get to choose?
OLD LADY: Everyone gets to choose.
SEK: Then I'm Batman.
OLD LADY: Excuse me?
SEK: If I get to choose, I'm Batman.
Once she gave you the choice, you didn't really have a choice.
Posted by: asdfsdf | Monday, 03 December 2012 at 03:53 PM
By gum, you're going to be Something, OR ELSE!
Posted by: cranialhyperossification.blogspot.com | Tuesday, 04 December 2012 at 08:45 AM
To be or not to be, there is no try... or something.
Posted by: mxyzptlk | Tuesday, 04 December 2012 at 12:22 PM