Talk:March Hare/@comment-24026095-20170419221502/@comment-30700719-20170419223647

I sigh. "Look, I'm on vacation right now. ICARUS suggested it to me. I went on vacation to avoid girls flinging themselves at me. Literally. It's amazing how high their catapults can throw. Anyway, my point is, I just want some corn syrup. Have you got that?" I ask, hoping that the phrase couldn't be misinterpreted. "Why, no, I don't, sweetie." I sigh and turn around. "But I know YOU'VE got some sweet syrup!" Her hand latches on to mine, and I get pulled right through her door at the speed of a jet. The last thing I remember is the doorframe zooming past, and my brand-new thick-layered jeans. Then everything goes black.

I open my eyes groggily. A retching feeling wells up, and I regurgitate in the nearby sink. Turning on the tap, I wash it away and run my hands through the water. I raise them to my head and run my fingers through my hair. "Judging from the bile and the pain, I just suffered a concussion. How long have I been out, ICARUS?"  "Wow, she must've banged my head hard." I look up into the mirror above the sink...and see the March Hare right behind me. "Oh, don't worry, I can bang your head even harder, dear..." And with that, I yell, "ADIOS!" and jump through the window.