i'm really not so with you anymore
Rigby was sitting on a rooftop, chucking pebbles. The goal was to hit people, extra points for hitting people, but hitting anything except ground was acceptable too. He'd been playing this game for a long time, nothing brought him more joy than a sit and hit, bullseye right in the forehead.
He'd been lazily tossing and munching on some jerky, some scraps of meat that tasted a bit too smoked to be good. He was running low on rocks so he had to make the last few count, he aimed at a tall scruffy looking guy and fired.
He'd been lazily tossing and munching on some jerky, some scraps of meat that tasted a bit too smoked to be good. He was running low on rocks so he had to make the last few count, he aimed at a tall scruffy looking guy and fired.
i'm just a ghost
RIGBY
