THEN, HE SPOKE, IN SYLLABLES
By: Iris P. Concepcion

http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1982219,00.html

Now, for THE male alpha circumnavigating the corn:

He surely talked with conviction. He was not speaking to me; but speaking through the labyrinthian squeaks that aimed to unruffle him. This time around, I merely acted as a buffer to the face-off. He said it differently; I am the upfront foul-mouthed momma sometimes but you get the gist. So what if I was a mere statue there bouncing off lines like we had rehearsed this before.

I mean, if you have seen someone pick his nose as a test if you gross out, you'd know this ain't a fluke. He even said jealous lines weirdly. I always ascribe myself as a smartass, well, ass, but I think I failed to comprehend he is smarter on this aspect.

"Did you ever blow your top?" and it took like ten minutes for the male to digest that. Was I goofing? I meant it as something referring to the temper.

"I did."

It took me sometime later to realize, he wanted the whole room to listen to what he is saying.

Just like that, them melted.

The most that I could do was steal his onions, poor extra that I am.

But that's a start.

Weird stuff happens daily. Finding him showing off like a streetgang member was the hugest laugh though.

Finally, his giant sidekick (woohooo, relegated as the unleading man this time) otherwise known as the Scorpion guy picked on my line, long berated as a folly, dumbass brochure faux: 130 years of experience indeed!

Hahahahahahahaha. Relics still alive, the freaking spaghetti spaceship assistants!