by Hydrargentium

“God, I love the sunshine!”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Sunshine. I love it! It sparkles, it shines. It pierces the eye with pure, unadulterated joy!”

“Yer fucked.”

“I. LOVE. LOVE. SUNSHINE.”

Carrion rolled his good eye.

“What? There’s something wrong with a supervillain extolling the joys, the pure ecstasy of golden sunshine? SUNSHIIIIIIINE! ON MY SHOOOOUUULDERS! MAKES ME HAPPYYYYYYYYY!!!!”

“No, Shroud. That’s not it. It’s not because you’re a supervillain.”

“NO!? NO!!!? …then what? You’re not a John Denver fan?”

When Carrion sighed, bits of flesh tore loose from his nostrils.

“John Denver…. Yer a fucking vampire.”

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