The Great Adventure of Aaron Appelapolous
"Why, certainly!" You reach into your pocket to pull out a wad of cash. And then you remember: you've never worked a day of your life and your parents would sooner set fire to their own hair than lend anyone money, ESPECIALLY you.
"Sorry, I appear to be broke." a small tear rolls down your cheek.
Obviously stricken with emotion, the red-haired kid shoves the pack into your empty hand.
"Please, pour soul, take my gift and be on your way." he sniffs and walks away.
"Thanks!" you wave at the boy as he turns a corner. You open the pack, reach in and take a cigarette. Using a small fire spell, which shoots out from your finger and melts a hole in the wall, you light your cigarette and put it in your mouth.
Funny, though. Should the cigarette be hissing?
A fiery explosion expands in your skull and cooks your brains. The red-haired boy jumps out from behind the corner and laughs histerically.
"HA HA!" he guffaws, "FOOLED YA! Smoking's bad for your health!"
"Sorry, I appear to be broke." a small tear rolls down your cheek.
Obviously stricken with emotion, the red-haired kid shoves the pack into your empty hand.
"Please, pour soul, take my gift and be on your way." he sniffs and walks away.
"Thanks!" you wave at the boy as he turns a corner. You open the pack, reach in and take a cigarette. Using a small fire spell, which shoots out from your finger and melts a hole in the wall, you light your cigarette and put it in your mouth.
Funny, though. Should the cigarette be hissing?
A fiery explosion expands in your skull and cooks your brains. The red-haired boy jumps out from behind the corner and laughs histerically.
"HA HA!" he guffaws, "FOOLED YA! Smoking's bad for your health!"
