hey I'm gona send you a friend request. Is that okay?

I LOVE YOU

Your custom rank is nonsense, should I fix it for you?

a hard boiled fugitive cop.

Glad you feel my love.
The occasion. Making you look like a fool.
HAHAH...wait.

I.LOVE.YOU.

There I stood, going through the remaining cards I had up my sleeve.

- Use Spanish accent to throw Peefy off.
- The Joker, anything goes
- "Hey look! Duke Nukem Forever lying on the floor behind you! *flee*"

and last but not least
- The brother card; 1.4: Peefy, how can you not tell?! I'm your half-brother! The better half at that!

Maybe next weekend.

For twenty years I've told myself "Never leave the house without an empty jar, you'll never know when it may be of use". Today was a good day, the jar I had been hiding between my legs for all those years finally came in handy. Other things I told myself were to never hit a girl, but these were desperate times.

Skillfully dodging all of Peefy's attempts to break my face (he took his time moving a tiny trampoline around. Seeing we moved away from the bed, he couldn't reach past my shins. Every once in a while I'd see him from the corner of my eye, squealing like the dwarf he is. Oddly enough he seemed to enjoy himself flying through the air, like a weightless elephant baby impressing the giraffes at a zoo.) I started to collect the blood from the wall inside my empty jar, which soon lost the empty meaning. With this blood I shall clone Peefy and create my own miniature army.

Strange, it must have been quite a while since I started my day dream. By now Peefy had gotten on top of a bed right in front of me. Even stranger was the height difference, or actually, the lack of one. I suppose it's not easy being a midget. Are those two mattresses on the bed? Ah well, at least we can look eachother in the eyes. The precision fascinated me, if only I had my measuring tape with me.. but those are in my other jeans. Wait, what am I thinking, no time for this.

I hopped onto the bed and smacked Peefy with a pillow. This must be how midgets fight, I told myself in comfort.

Not sure why, but Peefy seemed eager to tell me an anecdote. Pretending I was listening, my mind spaced out to a more interesting setting. Ahh, nothing beats the beaches of San Diego.