We Can't Be Torn Apart
I watched the two morons argue before me. If I must say, that Canadian dude was really getting on my nerves. How could he ever expect me to leave my pack in Minnesota to go to Canada with him?
Oh, that’s right, my great great great great, did I say great? Well, great grandparents were born there. Big whoop.
“Listen, Addie-“ Scott was saying.
“Its Adolph, you American fool!” The Canadian dude corrected him.
“Oh, so like Hitler?” I asked.
“No, It means noble wolf! Look, Ana, you must come away with me!”
“She’s not going anywhere with you!” Scott interrupted.
“Exactly, dude, we’re still in America, a free country. I don’t have to go anywhere with you. Therefore, thy shall kiss my arsenic sulfide! I’m staying in Minnesota, and there isn’t anything you can do about it!” I shouted at him.
Boy was I wrong… There was plenty that he could do about it… Like, lets say, WAR! Its all games now…