Bitter Sweet

So it’s the third hour and nothing has changed. I’m still hanging here impaled by a spring in this savage place. 2b has always been my home, I will not leave for a god-damn dollar fifty! Hershey and BillyBob Butterfingers keep chanting “Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!” How or why they’re still interested in this I don’t know, we lose friends all the time. For example these foreigners named Almond seem to be pretty religious, spreading the word of Joy. We also have some new Reese’s cups on the street, they don't get along with the 100 Grand bars but who does, they’re snobby and rude.
     Bang! Bang! Bang! Ahh! My plastic casing has ripped ever so slightly. Some red-headed, barbarian of a child has his sticky hands against the force field shielding me from hell!       
“Whoa….Whoa…Stop doing that!”
     It appears that this freckled monster is shifting my atmosphere, I can feel the metal shard piercing me start to loosen. Surprising I kind of didn’t mind the whole stranded on a wire thing because at least I wasn't left in the care of this beast.
     Maybe if I swing myself I can catch onto another spring. Or perhaps I could recall on a maneuver I learned in that taekwondo class, I took that one time. Whack! Whack! Whack!
     “Oh no we got ourselves a kicker” commented BillyBob Butterfingers from the sidelines.
     This insolent child has no chill. I cannot deliberate anymore more, I must act!
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     Turns out, a second class of taekwondo may have been utilized in todays affairs against this demon child. So I lay here, my chocolate half exposed, and a pale, sweaty hand reaching in for the kill.