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AlexandraRamos Urgh. Geez. She was going to keep this going, wasn't she? He wasn't going to last long. He needed a clever escape. Slyly he checked his pockets and anywhere else he could have hidden something and produced something other than his wand. He didn't let the girl see it, but he was holding one of the dungbombs he bought at the joke shop with Leilani. Luckily, he kept one on him for emergencies.
The plan was to detonate it at her feet and RUN. Before he did that, he decided to give the name calling another go. Let's see, there was prat, git, thickhead...did he say idiot? He wasn't sure. Best not use it. He wasn't coming up with anything. "You're a..." A what? Hmm. Maybe he should forget this and throw the dungbomb already?
He prepared to run as he threw the dungbomb at her feet. He was about to run away when he realized nothing happened. He turned around to look and realized that Teegan was standing there with a dirty sock at her feet. The sock had a soft, bead-filled ball in it for some reason. Why he was carrying that with him, he did not know. All he knew is he had grabbed the wrong thing and now he looked even more stupid. For. Shame.
Teegan raised her eyebrows once again as he stuck his hands into his pockets. She thought seriously about gripping her wand just for safety in case MR. Jimbo decided to pull a dungbomb or some other prank on her to make an
easy and sly escape from this situation that he was currently on the lower ladder of. But, she didn't for the simple fact that she didn't want to spook him into doing something that he wasn't going to do in the first place.
"I'm a what?" she questioned him, almost egging him onwards to tell her exactly what she was to him. She was waiting patietnly for whatever words might have come out of his mouth about her but they seamed to never come. Then his hand finally came out of his pocket as he threw something at her feet. She didn't move, though she assumed that it was a dungbomb. But she looked down to find a dirty sock at her silver gladiator sandel clad feet with a ball looking thing in the toe of the sock. She beant down and picked up the sock, and looked at MR. Jimbo with an expectant look on her face waiting for an explaination. Once again, when her neice was four, she could pull a better prank.