
Originally Posted by
Ran
So I'm sitting here at my desk, chatting over MSN and drinking a Cherry Coke when this fly comes over to my desk. I'm thinking "Great, that's just what I need" as he starts buzzing around my desk, probably planning his decent upon my sugary beverage. Annoyed at this, I reach up and clap my hands on him and kill him. "Victory is mine!" I loudly proclaim.
How wrong I am.
I open my hands to confirm the corpse of my victim. Yet before I can bask in the light of my victory, the son of a b*tch slides off my hand and right into my Cherry Coke with deadly precision.
Mother...f*cker.
I may have won the battle, but that little b@stard won the war.
Touche' little winged warrior, touche'.