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on_holy_groundDarius blinked and looked at Richie, slightly confused, and sure that he must have heard the question wrong. "Excuse me?"
Richie laughed at the look on Darius’ face. "You heard me, now answer the question."
"But why would I want to do that? What purpose would it serve?"
"You’ve obviously never watched Chilly Willy cartoons, have you? Look, It’s just a hypothetical question Darius; it doesn’t have to serve a purpose. Besides, hasn’t there ever been anyone famous that you thought should just be slapped for something they did or said or just because they should have never been famous in the first place?"
"Perhaps, but I hardly think that slapping them with a fish would do any good."
Richie smirked. "No, but even you have to admit that the look on their face would be well worth it."
Darius thought for a moment about the question, considering the options, then he looked at Richie, a gleam of mirth in his eyes. "Could I wear gloves?"
Throwing up his hands in exasperation, Richie nodded. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Just give me something already, would you?"
"Very well then, I believe I would choose Death."
Richie looked at him blankly for a moment. "Death? You mean the bony guy with the scythe and the pale horse and all of that?"
"Actually, he carried a sword, but the horse was a rather light shade as I recall."
"Right." Richie just looked at Darius for a moment, then shook his head and walked away, making a mental note to ask Mac what it was that the old priest put in that tea that he was always drinking.
Richie laughed at the look on Darius’ face. "You heard me, now answer the question."
"But why would I want to do that? What purpose would it serve?"
"You’ve obviously never watched Chilly Willy cartoons, have you? Look, It’s just a hypothetical question Darius; it doesn’t have to serve a purpose. Besides, hasn’t there ever been anyone famous that you thought should just be slapped for something they did or said or just because they should have never been famous in the first place?"
"Perhaps, but I hardly think that slapping them with a fish would do any good."
Richie smirked. "No, but even you have to admit that the look on their face would be well worth it."
Darius thought for a moment about the question, considering the options, then he looked at Richie, a gleam of mirth in his eyes. "Could I wear gloves?"
Throwing up his hands in exasperation, Richie nodded. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Just give me something already, would you?"
"Very well then, I believe I would choose Death."
Richie looked at him blankly for a moment. "Death? You mean the bony guy with the scythe and the pale horse and all of that?"
"Actually, he carried a sword, but the horse was a rather light shade as I recall."
"Right." Richie just looked at Darius for a moment, then shook his head and walked away, making a mental note to ask Mac what it was that the old priest put in that tea that he was always drinking.
