The Jenoviad Entry #86
October 1st, 2010 by Wordsman
Just then, a chopper did touch down
And startled ev’ryone
“Must be Rufus,” Barret said
“Who’s he?” “The Pres’dent’s son”
The quintet stepped outside
Into the city’s foul haze
A man with bright blond hair stood there
“What’s this? Five runaways?
“Spare me the introductions
I don’t want to know your name
I don’t care about your quest
Or how this far you came
“You see, I’ve got a brand-new job
And a lot on my plate
So, unless you’re Sephiroth
I’m ‘fraid you’ll have to wait”
Barret roared, “We’re AVALANCHE!
Won’t wait ‘round to be paged!”
The mention of a “plate” made him
Particul’rly enraged
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