Brian was angry, and ready to go, but he remembered back to his hockey coach, back in high school. The words of Coach MacTavish rang true in his mind. Whenever you're playing on defense boys, you never make the first move! You got me? You make the first move, the other guy is gonna get past ya, cause he'll know how to counter it! You got to wait them out, let them go first then you got 'em! All right, all of you get out of here! Except for you O'Brien! You're staying for a little extra practice! All right then, now I just got to think up some insults for this tea-drinking twat. Ooh that'll work.
"What, too afraid to make the first move now that you're not going against your fantasy versions of us, huh? You tea-drinking twat? You know I saw a deer with same kind of eyes as you, it was dying so we had to put a bullet in it's head! I think that's you need, a bullet right though your crumpet-eating, buck-toothed, shit-lipped, pasty-ass, queen-loving, inbred, soccer-playing face, you fucking wanker! That enough British shit for you, cocksucker?"
He looked over at Taryn, electricity clearly visible, and getting bigger. "Looks like it's enough for her, you brain-eating bastard! Hope you like your ass extra-crispy!"
"What, too afraid to make the first move now that you're not going against your fantasy versions of us, huh? You tea-drinking twat? You know I saw a deer with same kind of eyes as you, it was dying so we had to put a bullet in it's head! I think that's you need, a bullet right though your crumpet-eating, buck-toothed, shit-lipped, pasty-ass, queen-loving, inbred, soccer-playing face, you fucking wanker! That enough British shit for you, cocksucker?"
He looked over at Taryn, electricity clearly visible, and getting bigger. "Looks like it's enough for her, you brain-eating bastard! Hope you like your ass extra-crispy!"