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 ||After storming out of the hospital, Weezle did not know what to do. He just got into a fight with his best friend. And he thinks Keoki might be right.|| ||After a quick drive, Weezle found himself strolling around the Byward Market on a hot afternoon, just thinking to himself.|| Hmmmmmmm... What if Keoki is right... What if... Nah... Brendan couldn't have known... It was impossible... There is NO way he could have known that Sinister was going to turn his back on me. ||Weezle takes a break inside a small coffee shop, where many dirty youngin's complain about capitalism.|| ||After getting some sort of environmentally-friendly, free-range, fair-pay specialty coffee, Weezle sits down.|| Ok... So... Let's see.... Brendan has always tried to help me, and has never once tried to screw me over. Keoki too has always been there to help me. Yes, he's been a little misguided sometimes, but he has never given up, never turned his back to me, and helped me many times when I was beaten down. I mean... if I turn my back on him... I turn my back on part of myself! BAH! THAT'S CRAZY!! Uh-oh... Did I...? ||Weezle looks at the dreadlocked teens staring at him.|| Ummm... BWAAAAAH!! ||Weezle storms out screaming, leaving his unfinished coffee behind.|| Hey, why ruin a good image, eh? Now... where was I... Oh yea, my moral dillema. To side with Brendan or not. This is driving me crazy. Heh, I am slowly going crazy, 1-2-3-4-5-6 switch! Crazy going slowly am I 6-5-4-3-2-1 switch! But anyway... what do I do? Brendan, Keoki... Brendan, Keoki... Keoki, Brendan... I am crazy slowly going sinking 4-3-5-1 switch! Going slowly sinking crazy 4-4-6-4-9-1 zero... BAH! Excuse me, sir? AH! ||Weezle saw bright lights, and got scared, so he started to run...|| ||**SMACK**|| ||Straight into a light pole.|| I think he's out of it... ||The police officer, who had wanted to warn Weezle of a closed road ahead, called for an ambulance as his partner made sure Weezle was okay.|| ||End|| |
