Games

Damien was very offended by what one of the elites had just said. He was so offended that he was tempted to summon the clones and have these old twats taught some tangible lessons. But he held back on the urge. He was beginning to have several ideas.

He smiled in the face of the men, and they all got lit up by his positive reaction to their demands.

"Are you in such a haste to have them?"

Damien asked, leaning forward in the chair.

"I mean, why not. We have been patient for so long. We are beginning to get tired of those BMX girls."

"You were right about them. They absolutely are now grannies. They have lost the sauce and have nothing to offer anymore. They are now a bunch of plastic recycles."

Another man said, and the rest laughed for a while.

Damien observed closely listening to what the men had said.

THEY KNEW I WAS THE ONE WHO CALLED THE GIRLS GRANNIES? OF COURSE, THEY MUST KNOW A COUPLE OF THINGS. BUT I HAVE TO BE SURE ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY KNOW SO THAT I CAN KNOW HOW TO DEAL