Sparks 01

Sparks 01

Hey everyone, hey guys, I'm Sparks, formerly known as Kenny Kenward, I'm 19 right now and I would have chosen a different name as my fem lifestyle tendencies grew, but due to a wild experience at Camp Gotcha several summers ago, I ended up being known as and referred to as Sparks. Sparks from the famously Fallen Foursome.

And just to bore you to death right from the get go start, here's a little summary of that summer ordeal at Camp Gotcha.

[Back in time whimsical musical twinkling notes and tones]

Well, it was more like way, way back in time, but whatever.

[Twinkling whimsical musical notes going way, way back in time, prissy missy!]

Okay, once upon a time, way, way back in time, a few of us from the neighborhood ended up at summer camp together, Camp Gotcha, for a few weeks and even though we weren't a 'crew' or anything like that, we knew each other and we ended up skipping crafting classes together, erg, I mean, the four of us ended up hanging out together during our time at the summer glam camp, Camp Gotcha. (Giggles) we never ended up making bad necklaces together or sand painting together, but we did make for a good adventure team.

And my amazing hair is real and all mine. I don't know where it came from, but it's all mine.

Anyways, back to the Famously Fallen Foursome.

There was Greg, the little league football terror, who had aspirations of beefing up the width of his shoulders to prep for college football, which also very much pleased his sports minded parents. And then there was Donald, voted most likely to submit at least 20 design patents before graduation and then there was Paula, the only true light strawberry ginger girl that I knew in my life, but her claim to fame was her ambition to play bigtime college basketball and the one who most anxiously waited for her growth spurts to start spurting. LOL, all the while, carrying her basketball under her arm.

And then there was me, of course. Small, skinny, dazed and confused about when my traditionally non gender specific body was going to start to fill out or change, as I bid my time riding the shifting waves of sand of time. And maybe I was getting a bit little worried that the ever-changing wavy dunes of sand were somewhat dragging their feet with my development, but prom was just four years off for Pete's sakes and I was anxious to start planning for that.

Anyways, be forewarned that going forward with my back story, the word 'four' and several versions of that word are forthcoming and it's the foregone truth that it's not my fault.

So, one day at Camp Gotcha, our fearsome foursome was avoiding arts & crafts, you know, at all costs, and we were lurking around what I think golfers call the fairway for the fourth hole and that's when we heard this guy from a golfing foursome scream out "FORE" and before the four of us could even turn around, we heard four rumbles from the skies [rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble], which were followed by four loud crackle snaps of lightning bolts [crackle snap, crackle snap, crackle snap, crackle snap] and guess what happened next? Nothing.

Well, OMG, unless you consider four friends snap crackled shocked from a lightning bolt through the ground as nothing. I mean, the four of us were ground shocked off of our feet from the loud fourth lightning bolt ground strike and we were all laid out like the four points on a compass on our backs. For about four minutes! But the four of us recovered within four days and then it became a foregone conclusion that the four of us would be forevermore known as the Camp Gotcha's Famously Fallen Foursome. (Giggles) with a state park brown wooden post sign with yellow lettering and everything.

Now, since my hair speaks for itself (finger points upwards, thank you very much), guess what happened over the next four years. (Giggles) nothing.

But by nothing this time, I mean nothing other than everything!

Well, I'm splitting the next four years into two parts because 2+2=4, so.

Anyways, for the next two boring years, the most that happened to us Famously Fallen Foursome was all the well wishes and visits. Greg hadn't beefed up as was expected of him, no matter how much beef his parents fed him and that was a family disappointment. And as for Donald, sure, he submitted plenty of design patents, but they were all returned for lack of proper postage or for being impractical because the metallic space junk that surrounds our planet cannot be collected with huge orbiting magnets. And as Paula anxiously awaited her overdo growth spurts, they failed to materialize and she had to start researching for smaller colleges to play basketball at. (Giggles) and her attempt to make up for the lack of her growth spurts by using ordinary cushioned shoe inserts just didn't help.

And of course, even less occurred to me, except for how I may have gotten even skinnier.

But then guess what happened? That's right, for the next two years of school, as if by witchcraft or by regular aging development, boom, boom, boom, boom, everything happened.

Greg had beefed up and beefed up big-time from eating all that beef, until his shoulders were as wide as my car and today, a year after graduation, he is a starting Middle Line Backer for a famous university two states over. (Giggles) and his mom instantly became a game day TV mom.

And Donald, whoop, whoop, his graduation diploma was accented with two design patent plagues and four patent pending certificates because it seems that flying orbital space magnets might be possible after all. And today, he's a lead engineer for an aeronautic design firm and he's engineering something that somebody in space needs. You know, that thing that everybody in space needs, so.

And just forget about Paula because her growth spurts came (spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt) and today, she's running up and down the hardwood with her strawberry ponytail, for a well-known university in northern Florida.

Oh, and a fun fact that I almost forgot about, all four of us Famously Fallen Foursome, have nearly identical star shaped scars on the balls of our feet from the entry point of the ground lightning strike. Which I bring up because, huh, a lot of people have always been interested in that because it seems that people who have a thing for feet, have a real thing, so, huh.

And as for little ole me during the next four years then. I mean, I sprouted up a tad and filled out here and there and thankfully (thank you times four), filled into female jeans that seemed like they were made with me in mind and I already had the [points up again] hair, so, things worked out for me.

But, of course, I developed differently than the other three from us Famously Fallen Foursome and where they found their callings in life, I found my too. I mean, I blame it on the lightning bolt zip, zaps that still resonate through my body to this day, but I found, ugh, a fondness for nerds. I mean, I barely dared approach any of the nerds while in school, but after graduation, I mean, things changed for me and for them, especially with the nerdy nerds.

And, and, and, I've never even been much of a nerd myself and my avatar character in video games die or gets blown up in less four seconds! But since they say opposites attract, I guess I was doing my part to keep the balance in the continuum.

Besides, during the graduation party circuit, I found out that nerdy nerds were as desperate as I was, ugh, erg, I mean, I found nerdy nerds easy to talk to and they always talked back, yeah, that's it.

Anyways, in the end, everything seemed to work out for universe's grand plan, I suppose.

So, other than I have a thing for nerds, I like to argue because arguing is always 50% talking and 50% flirting and my best argument to this day is how I've solved the mystery of what came first, the chicken or the egg and my rock-solid argument about that not only holds water, mm-hmm, it holds fire and ice too! You'll see, folks, you'll see, just wait and then you'll see.

And if you're a nerdy nerd, I mean, maybe we can see each other after that. I mean, I'm just a 76% tease with a couple of flirty arguments in my jeans back pocket, so.

Oh, and by the way, the other thing that I discovered after graduation was, OMG, OMG, the wall-to-wall gathering of nerds, aka, the comic con circuit that visited the Middleton Civic Center a few times a year and I didn't even know it! So, add that to my list of 'things' right now!

Well, we can omit this past June's Hero Con because I actually went as an official date, which ended poorly but it was a date [strikes the ole finger to the mouth puke gagging pose] just the same. But I made the best out of a sad situation. And it's just a silly rumor that I 'friended' the devil himself on social media and suggested that a certain guy, named Brad Bradley, be forevermore named the gate keeper at the gates of hell, mm-hmm! (Giggles) but other than that, I'm a delight to be with.

Anyways, all of that brings us to today, ta da [fan pans arm backwards and behind], welcome to the nerd club [continues to fan pan arm], ta da.

Oh, no, not Hilda's Hideaway Strip club or Kelli's Closet nightclub or even Candy's Corner nightclub, but ta da [fans arms behind again], the Hamburger Barge on the Middleton River, aka, the nerd club. And today, mm-hmm, it's the Hamburger Barge Club after dark! How hot is that, hmm?

Well, it's hot to me. Especially since tonight, ta da, is the after dark promo giveaway event to support the upcoming Mega Con and your chance to come down to see me and argue with me about the egg or the chicken thing or you know, to argue with me about if you're nerdy enough for my tastes. And I don't have to be your type to engage in simple arguments in the shadows. I mean, didn't I mention above somewhere that I'm comfortable in the shadows, hmm? If not, um, I'm comfortable arguing back and forth in the shadows. Just don't expect me to make the first move because the closest that I've ever come to making a first move was this one time when I sexted with the devil himself about how a certain gatekeeper, named Brad Bradley, has been allowing people to pass through the fire guarded gates of hell while presenting fake ID's, which we all know is illegal and deserves extra punishment, mm-hmm!

"[Ping, an incoming text] Sparks, do I get another chance to get sex from U? I mean, take U out?"

"[Weep, fuck U creep] shove Ur pitchfork where the sun doesn't shine, creep!"

Anyways, if not to see me, come on down to the Hamburger Barge after dark anyways because the promo giveaways include several VIP passes to the Mega Con, general admission tickets, nerdy nerd logo T-shirts a plenty, all by ticket drawings after 10pm and the 4 Slider meal is 40% off and includes a free 5th Slider and a root beer cocktail, which also comes with a giveaway drawing ticket. I mean, how can you refuse all that, right?

And, and, and, I'll be right up front at a promo table, where the barge locks to docks, stealing your attention with how shy I am and giving away nerdy nerd click-clack promo ink pens, so, come visit with me and get your click-clack nerd on and say hey to me because...

[A hungry nerd dude, casually strolls past the promo click, clack ink pen table and stops]

"Hi, you're handsome, so very handsome and I'm only saying that you're so very handsome because of no reason or reasons in particular, other than I thought that maybe you wanted to argue back with me last June at the Middleton Hero Con nerdy nerd fest convention, so, were you thinking about arguing with me because I thought you would have asked around for my number by now, but you never called me to argue with me. And some people that I know refer to me as Sparks, so?"

"Well [click, clack], it's not that I've been caught off guard or anything, Sparks and it's not that I had plans to join the debate club today, but since you think that I'm handsome, so very handsome, what makes you think that I remember anything from the geeky Hero Con last June because I drank at least three root beers and stood next to a guy who obviously smoked a joint just moments before, so?"

"I was Brad Bradley's nerd convention date, so?"

"OMFG, the one that had to go through Brad's social media timeline as 'look at what I'm hitting with sparks tonight' to 'SOB, my date is a chick with a dick' to 'what chick with a dick doesn't suck dick half way through the date' to finally 'the devil with Sparks' all in a matter of 70 minutes? That date? The chick with a dick and a swaying booty that more than a few convention nerds noticed and fought for time in the Men's room stalls, huh, oh, um, I mean, I remember you now, Sparks, because..."

"[Text tap, text tap, sends that date description straight to the devil for evidence, weep] well, for being root beer drunk and high on second hand whacky smoke, you sure seem to remember a lot about that night. Anyways, handsome, I just now decided that even though you're very handsome, you should keep walking and nerd mingle on the barge with a Slider and root beer in your hands with the other nerds because you won't be honest with me anyways, so?"

"Well, wait a minute, Sparks, how do know that I'm not going to be honest with you if you haven't even asked me a trick question yet, huh?"

"Okay, Ray Raymond, just how many times a week does your step mom change into something more revealing to make your eggs & bacon breakfast, just after your dad leaves for work and just how many times a week do you take advantage of that, hmm, hmm, hmm?"

"[Goes red faced] you see, Sparks, um, ooh, I see my, um, I see some people over there, um, way, way over there by the barge's fuel pumps that I need to talk, um, right now because, um, I mean, it's good to see you [cartoon running legs exits as he slips a $10 spot in the tip jug], bye!"

Oh, I wasn't going to judge him or anything because even though we still live in a man's world, which is completely governed by women, it's the step moms who get the best of all worlds, almost broken family tree guilt free, mm-hmm!

Oh, and it's a tip jug, not a tip jar because since my final thing is to wear two different colored high tops, I mean, I have to buy twice as many shoes, so what, because...

[Another hungry nerd dude, casually strolls past the promo click, clack ink pen table and stops]

"Hey there, I'd say that you were handsome, handsome to the highest level, but I can already tell that you were already handsome before you grew up into handsome and I know we're going to argue about something soon, but first I'd like to know how mad you are for still being called a teenager since I'm guessing that you're 19, like me, hmm? And you probably remember me as Sparks, so?"

"Oh [click, clack], um, well, Sparks, I might argue back that somebody way back in the day didn't have the futuristic vision to skip over 19 and go straight to 20, so, is that what we're going to argue about, huh?"

"Um, no, I don't argue about things that can't be changed, Dean Demeaner, but I do see quite the argument in our future when on our third couch movie date at your parent's house, I'm forced to sneak into the kitchen to have a quick argument with your mom, so?"

"Oh, but what would you possibly have to argue about with my mom during our third couch movie date, which should be the same couch movie date when you wear that same painted on jeans that you wore at the Hero Con, huh?"

"In your dreams, Dean Demeaner, but since I'll be your steady by then and since I've become almost one of the family by then, I sneak into the kitchen to plead my case argument, where your lovely mom is stirring her cake batter and I argue that since I'm wearing the 'steady' ring that you gave me, then why can't I just stay over and that's my argument to your mom, that we're far enough along that I can just stay over. And by the way, sometimes your mom's cigarette ash falls into the cake batter, so?"

"Ah-hah! I knew my mom's cake had a 'earthy' taste to it sometimes! (Chuckles) which isn't nearly as important as, you know, OMFG, Sparks, what did she argue back with you about us sleeping together under everybody's noses because I'm totally on-board with that, huh?"

"Oh, Dean Demeaner, your mom doesn't argue back and you almost won because she says 'oh, you crazy kids these days (giggles) and your need for privacy while you chit chat after dark behind a closed door, just halfway behave yourselves and lock my son's bedroom door (giggles) because my hubby sleep walks', as she continues to stir the cake batter in her kitchen apron, so?"

"[Dean Demeaner's jaw drops] OMG, I mean, Sparks, I mean, is there a chance that we've already had two couch movie dates at my parents place and tomorrow night is the when we end up mostly naked under the covers in my locked bedroom, where sex is the next step because I could light a sparking fire in your..."

"Oh, and speaking of sex, Dean Demeaner, I already figure that all of your sleeping boxers are super cute and I owe you big time for allowing shy little ole me to just slurp kiss your manhood for the next seven or eight couch movie dates in your bed because I need time before you smash face me down the other way, so?"

"[Dean Demeaner's jaw breaks] bah, bah, bah, I need to, um, pass out behind the barge's ice machine, like right now, um, I'll find you again [starts to stagger off quickly to avoid being embarrassed from passing out right there, but manages to drop a $20 spot in the tip jug.]"

Well, I'm an arguing tease, who rarely winks or waves first, so what? Besides, mm-hmm, his dad sleeps walk, yeah, right, mm-hmm!

[And the hungry nerdy dudes keep casually strolling past the promo click, clack ink pen table and stop]

"Oh, you're so handsome that I just lost my breath and then lost it again before I could catch my breath because I lost my breath again because you're so handsome that I would argue that you're the most handsome nerdy nerd here tonight and it's not like I'm challenging you to turn around and lift your nerdy logo T-shirt, but it would help if you did that, handsome Ben Benson, so?"

"[Click, clack] you know, Sparks, there's a good argument around town as to why you should be called Crazy Sparks since you got lightning bolt zapped, but I might follow your social media and that might help me sleep at night for reasons that we don't need to discuss now, so, you win this argument."

[Spins around and awkwardly lifts his nerd shirt and to Spark's surprise, that was not a nerdy back!]

"[Runs a finger down his rippling and bumpy spinal cord] oh, Ben Benson, okay, I just changed my mind about not attending your mom's lawn Gnome painting party this Sunday morning and I just texted her and asked her if the swimming pool changing hut had a lock on the door, so?"

"[Click, clack] OMG, the pool changing hut does a lock on the door, Sparks, but what was my mom's argument back to that when she just now texted you back (yuk, yuk), huh?"

"Ben Benson, she said in text 'oh, you crazy kids these days (giggles) and your need to slap paint hand prints on each other (giggles) behind closed doors. Just lock the changing hut door because my hubby likes to fling the door open because he thinks the changing hut is a private sex room' as she continued to stir the Gnome paint colors while wearing her white painting smock, so?"

"[Click, clack, and manages to slip three $5 spots into the tip jug] Sparks, I swear it, if this is just another one of your tease plays, I mean..."

"Ben Benson, I swear it and promise it that your stem will be blue, red and yellow, but your nerdy nerd natural earthy colored mushroom will be perfectly paint free, other than the paint of my black cherry lip gloss and I might wear pigtails in my hair, you know, if you argue back with me about how that helps, so?"

"[Click, clack, and awkwardly slips a $20 spot into the tip jug] Sparks, I'm passing out [plop]!"

[Points towards hair] pigtails? Hah! No way! But maybe I'll wear a painter's white smock, we'll see because...

[Yet another hungry nerdy dude casually strolled past the promo click, clack ink pen table and stop]

"[Click, clack] are you day dreaming, Sparks? And are you day dreaming because we've done a couple of things already, especially since I'm basically a nerd man now, so?"

"[Glances up] oh, well then, if it isn't the very handsome, Wayne Withers, who is being kind for saying that we did a couple of things since we both made some very basic mistakes, but since you're not mad, then neither am I [reaches out to unroll and then properly roll his pack of candy cigarettes up in his nerd man sleeve]. Anyways, I was lost in thought for a moment, but now I'm back and ready to argue with you because that's what I do now since we did those couple of things, especially since you came to see me to get your free clicky clack ink pen, so, what do you think about that, Wayne Withers, hmm?"

"[Click, clack] well, well, well, Sparks, for one, that was a confession argument from your side that we need to have another go around with the couple of things that we did so poorly and for two, OMFG, just get over your crazy notion of the chicken and egg theory because it's an open loop ended question that was invented to distract people! Also, your fire body finally caught up with your great hair and maybe I'm thinking that..."

Oh, those couple of things that we did so poorly in the shadows, hmm? Well, if they put light bulbs in the shadows so two people could see what they were doing, I mean, Wayne Withers gave my left ear a Wet Willie because he thought he was French kissing me back and I may or may not have stroked off his wrist, you don't know. (Giggles) and it worked anyways (giggles), ahem.

"Mm-hmm [fiddles with great hair and twists on star sparked scar on balls of feet] keep talking, Wayne Withers, because that's another thing that nobody will argue back with, so, keep talking and since you're so handsome, your conversation back with me can cross the line two or three times and I won't argue back, so?"

"[Click, clack] oh, since you have such great hair and a fire body, Sparks [gazes up, down and around], you would look great side seat cruising the Strip with me tomorrow night, which is where we might find time to argue back and forth about how the chicken came first because that's what happened. And by the way, I'll pick you up from the curb in front of the Candy Cigarette Shop at 9pm and I'll hear no argument back about that, got it?"

Well, well, well, folks, I finally get to use the phrase 'well, well, well' in an argument!

Well, well, well, a tough guy nerd, right, folks? A tough guy nerd with nerves of steel and he smokes candy cigarettes, just what I needed, right? Who is named Wayne Withers! And who is quite handsome, but seriously, he'll pick me up from the curb in front of the Candy Cigarette Shop on the Strip? Hah! That's for street working hookers!

"Mm-hmm, listen handsome and tough nerdy nerd dude, Wayne Withers, confess and confess without any argument back, that you're going to pick me up from the curb at 9pm, looking like a hooker in your mom's car, confess!"

See? I already knew the extremely handsome, Wayne Withers, crash totaled his sedan and that he was in between whip wheels, so.

"Grr, that's foul play for a closing argument, Sparks, so?"

"Closing argument? I'm not rejecting you, Wayne Withers, I'm just saying that if expect me to toss your pack of candy cigarettes across the seat as I get into your running car, then just say that. And I could make an argument that you should just say it about how you wouldn't be mad if I wore two sizes too small, activewear shorts under my Denim shorts and a tube top to make the others on the Strip wonder if your cruising date is topless or not, while sprouting black cherry lip gloss, so, argue back with that, Wayne Withers!"

Also, OMFG, what did I say in my opening arguments? I seriously need to start reading the proceeding documents first!

"[Click, clack, and strains to keep from passing out] Sparks, before I pass out in the corner, can the activewear booty shorts be Olive Green in color, trimmed with bright Forest Green and with a matching tube top and maybe with casual shoes that kick off because I have some thoughts about checking out your lighting bolt star scar and I might have a thing for bare feet anyways, especially in my side seat [starts to stagger off to pass out in the corner, but flicks a $20 spot towards the tip jug first], huh?"

Hah! Wayne Withers may be awfully handsome, awfully handsome indeed, but he'll get as his side seat cruising date with what I already have in my closet because...

"[Ping, please press 'yes' to confirm your overnight order for (pause) Olive Green Boi Activewear Booty Shorts, brightly trimmed, the matching (pause) Trap Tube Top, perfect for holding falsies, black cherry slut lip gloss and (pause) universal slip-on casual shoes."

Stupid order confirmation responses (Presses Yes).

"[Ping, thank you (pause), please press 'Reg' if you need shorts with a front pouch or (pause) press '<2' if you're less than two inches or (pause) press "Nub" if you're a nubbin."

OMFG! [Hides phone from readers eyes and presses 'Nub' because of some reason]

"[Ping, thank you. Your personal stats (pause) have been shared with your contact list (pause) and your order will be misdelivered to your nosey and questionable neighbor by 10am tomorrow, including three free tubes of sex lube gel (pause), goodbye]"

Well, that tracks because...

[And the hungry nerdy dudes keep strolling past the promo click, clack ink pen table and stop]

"[Click, clack] would you look at this [yuk, yuk], I guess Baby does get sat in the corner sometimes [yuk, yuk], right Sparks? And by the way, babe, I'm not saying that I'm still engaging with sex over you in my bathroom for the past number of years, but I'm pretty sure that it makes me your [yuk, yuk] longest boyfriend relationship to date [yuk, yuk], so, it's about time that you chipped in, so?"

[Makes that self-gagging with finger puking pose again]

"Henry, Henry Henderson, I swear it and I promise it, somewhere on this planet, at this very moment, someone is screaming next!"

[And someone gently pushes Henry Henderson off of the edge of the barge with a river's edge splash]

"[Click, clack] well, well, well, look who is keeping an eye on the barge and the proper disposal of root beers cans and plastic water bottles! Hello Sparks, I guess that I'm next then, right? And these [click, clack] ink pens are free, right?"

"[Gulp] what are you doing here, James Jamison? This is a nerdy hamburger thing after dark and not for very, very handsome regular cool people, so?"

"Oh, is that the best opening statement argument that you have for me, Sparks, huh? Because that won't impress any debate judges on this planet, no way! And by the way, I still a little nerd in me, so?"

Well, James Jamison might still have a little nerd left in him since he started out as a handsome nerd, but then made the jump to the cool people clique when he became interested in cars too because...

"Oh, James Jamison, I have an opening statement argument for you, buster, because I just now realized that if I hadn't skipped so many history classes back in school, that we would have had a history, a dark history, born deep in the shadows to protect your rep and it's just a good thing that whatever we do tonight, will be our history story tomorrow and OMFG, I swear it, OMFG, I have to start reading the proceeding documents before I open my mouth!"

"[Click, clack] oh, again, well, well, well, Sparks, that's the best opening statement rebuttal argument that I could have asked for and you just handed it to me, free of charge and free of any legal binding arguments and now, you get to choke my chicken until my chicken spews out a string after string of eggs while you try to babble on and on about your crazy cockamamie theory, that by the way, nobody has even heard from you yet, so, hah."

Oh, oh, oh, well then, it seems that my argument that James Jamison has a few things wrong will hold water because, mm-hmm, his chicken didn't spew out strings and strings of eggs after I tried to choke it to death in the shadows behind the parking lot! It spewed out rope after rope of ick, ewe, ick goo and somehow, ick, ewe, ick, it landed in my mouth! Which supports my theory that, OMFG, the shadows need proper lighting!

But to clear the air about my chicken and egg solid theory, let's hear you argue back about this, okay?

Ahem, eons and eons ago, there were two totally different species of birds, who were exhausted after flying around all day while trying to avoid hungry predators and then late at night, in the shadows, they ended up nesting together and the male bird said 'hey, can I hit that while we're stuck here up here in this tree for the night' and the lady bird says 'well, as long as you don't try to hit it and quit it, bird brain' and the daddy bird said 'shut it, bitch and fluff ruffle your feathers for me', which the lady bird did because guys always get what they want and that's when the baby daddy bird went all 'feather fluff, argh, argh, feather fluff, squeak, squeak, feather fluff, ahh, ahh' and said 'see you' as he flew off and a short period of time later, the lady bird laid a mixer bird species egg, which hatched with a chicken, mm-hmm, argue back with me about that theory then, go ahead because the egg came first and that's...

"[Click, clack] so, I'm new in town and I might be wondering if you have a date to the upcoming Mega Con because I don't think that you do, so?"

"Oh, oh, oh, I'll have you know that my argument back about that is that I have a couch movie date, a pool changing hut date, a lawn Gnome painting date and a car cruising date up and down the Strip, so?"

"[Click, clack] so, no date to the Mega Con then, right? I'm Fly, by the way, so?"

"Great, I'm known as Sparks and we're supposed to attend the Mega Con together as Sparks Fly, hmm?"

"And just when I thought I'd never have a legit chance to argue back with a 'well, well, well' in my life!"

Great.

End Sparks 01