"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Mark, in one bloodied hand holding-
- his phone, which Rep had extensively damaged. That was right, his extremely expensive modded, newest prototype OS updated with retina display phone that Rep had destroyed.
He sniffled loudly, and then tried to Runic bandage his phone, which worked about as well as one could imagine. Shaking and quivering sadly, Mark finally stood up from his sad kneeling spot of very sadness and looked at Rep, fully looked at Rep, expression turning from well, sadness, to a look of pure solid steel determination.
"You can destroy my stuff," began Mark, planting both feet on the ground dramatically, "you can even get me laid," (this was overdoing it as he still wasn't too sure if he actually got laid, technically), "but you can't, and I mean, you will never have my cell phone. Ever!"
Dramatically, he took his broken cell phone, and smashed it again, which was entirely counterproductive to fixing it later, and also counterproductive to what the ******** the whole speech was supposed to be about.
"We will meet again," Mark began just as dramatically, the shower sprinkler system turning on at its usual time, raining on him to look like he was really sad and angry and ten times more wet rat, "but next time as true enemies!"
There was a bright flash of light and when it cleared, Mark was still standing there.
"As truly real enemies!"
There was a bright flash of light again, and this time he finally disappeared, leaving only a note behind on the floor. It read in bold red SAFETY INSTRUCTIONS ON HOW TO USE... and continued on about proper protocol into unpacking and repacking Runic batteries (AAA sized version). There was a very high chance it wasn't actually intentional as it was just something that fell out of the Death assistant's pocket.
Baneful
WILD MARK HAS FLED
