“tag your it”
“that’s not fair!”
“why?”
“because your nine feet tall you didn’t even move”
“But I’m a easy target”
“yeah but you run like a greyhound”
“maybe I’m just too good for you”
“wow did that really just come out”
“ahhh…yeah”
An awkward silence drifts between them.
“ok I should get going”
“why?”
“ummm I got to go”
The gigantic Orc lifts a tree out from where they were sitting and uses it like a baseball bat destroying cars.
“Don’t forget to bring your lunch tomorrow were going to the science museum!”
“yeah yeah!”
The Ork swallows a pig as he fades into the night.
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