[ It had been a nice day. Nick had set up his signs, made the more-friendlier of his two assistants stand at the corner waving the CARS R US sign at passing vehicles and he himself manned the grill, handing out food and smiles. But then it started raining, and then there were little black things running around meeping at him that no one else could see, and now he was yelling at the heavens about how it was all the Humanoid Typhoon's fault.]
An' I mean it! Once I get my hands around your neck, Stampede, you'll regret it!
[problem was that - once he caught his breath - he really can't remember why he was shouting about that when he had more pressing concerns. Like the bag of hotdogs being carried away by a weirdly familiar black cat.]
Nicholas D Wolfwood | Trigun
An' I mean it! Once I get my hands around your neck, Stampede, you'll regret it!
[problem was that - once he caught his breath - he really can't remember why he was shouting about that when he had more pressing concerns. Like the bag of hotdogs being carried away by a weirdly familiar black cat.]
Hey! Put those down!