The Super, Part Three: Stupidity

"Hey, I have a question," said the guy who looked like a star. No one really knew his name, and he was pretty weird, to be honest.

"Shoot," said Biter.

"Might as well," replied Octo.

"Why don't we get to ride on the dragon? He broke us out of jail, and now he's just kind of flying above us like we're not here."

"Yeah," said Biter, "except that if he wanted to, he could fly faster than any of us can run. I think I'm okay being at a distance this time."

"This time?" questioned Octo.

"That, T-Bo, is a question to save for a time when we don't have a random star alien thing following us around questioning authority," replied Biter, tipping his head in the Star Guy's direction.

"No, seriously," said the Star Guy, "I want to know. He's sentient and can talk like us. Doesn't he know how hard this is, walking across the desert?"

"Hey, I have a question," said Biter.

"Go ahead," said the Star Guy.

"You're an alien, right? So how come you can speak English like us?"

"Because I was going to invade the planet to repopulate it with my own species," replied Star Guy, rather nonchalantly. "It would be rude not to be able to speak the language to tell them what's going on. It was either English, or Pig Latin."

"That," said Octo, "makes no sense. To learn Pig Latin you'd have to learn another language anyway."

"Why would you choose Pig Latin over other languages, like French, Chinese, or German? Heck, I never technically learned French, but I still know some. 'Bonjour, je suis Biter. Ca va?' Now you say how you're doing," said Biter.

"I didn't choose Pig Latin," said the Star Guy. "There are only two Earth languages in our database."

"Hm." Octo stared at the ground.

"So," said the Star Guy. "Back to the dragon."

"Why don't you ask him yourself? You'd stop wasting everyone's time," snapped Biter.

"Good idea," said the Star Guy. "HEY, DRAGON! WHY NOT GIVE US A RIDE, HUH?"

Biter and Octo cringed, carefully steering away from the Star Guy.

"I was being sarcastic," said Biter, the only audience to this being Octo.

"I knew that," said Octo, "but apparently Mr. Starry Eyes doesn't."

"T-Bo," said Biter, "do us all a favor. Never call him that again."

They both watched as the wings of the dragon flapped, silhouetted against the sunset, ever closer to the ground. The breeze felt good, but Biter and Octo veered even further away as their acquaintance was swooped up into the sky, presumably to never be seen again.




Here's part three. I like it too much to wait to publish it. So here it is. Earlier I posted part two, and if you haven't read it yet I suggest you do. Also, I'm writing from the criminal's point of view first because it's more fun. I know that it's fun for more than just me, too. Tomorrow I'll try to write something from the hero's point of view. Time to spoil the fun.

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