The Teatime Of Infinity
Will is pretty psyched about this whole "superspeed" thing. As any truely American teenage male would, he decides to see if he can sneak a boob touch. As he thinks about who's going to test out his new power, a female referee approches him.
"Are you the winner of the 100 meter?" she asks.
A smug grin creeps across Will's face as he puffs his chest out. She was obviously asking his name so they could put it in the record books.
"Now, I'm not saying I doubt your talent...but you just completed your sprint well under one second. How is that even possible?"
Will begins to turn pale. They couldn't prove he'd cheated. It's not like a bizarre stale crumpet is a steroid. Still, this might be a hinderance.
"Are you the winner of the 100 meter?" she asks.
A smug grin creeps across Will's face as he puffs his chest out. She was obviously asking his name so they could put it in the record books.
"Now, I'm not saying I doubt your talent...but you just completed your sprint well under one second. How is that even possible?"
Will begins to turn pale. They couldn't prove he'd cheated. It's not like a bizarre stale crumpet is a steroid. Still, this might be a hinderance.