“Shhhsss. THUD!” An arrow passed just an inch from BF’s right hear, and planted itself in the wall. A blue costume was hanging from the arrow.
“My outfit!” cried BF.
“You left it acain in dhe Waschingmachine!” growled a voice with a heavy German accent, coming from behind.
The three Strikeforcers turned to see, standing across the door, William Tell, with a red face that stood nicely with his yellow costume.
“Look!” he said, raising another costume in his left hand, and fluttering it under the nose of BF. “I did my wasching, but dhere was your fukking Kostume left in dhe Machine, and it dyed my spare one! Now it’s GREEN!”
“Frankly, Bill, now it’s better. Yellow makes you so gay”
stated BF.
“Grhrrr!” growled again William Tell. “Now eferyone will kall me Robin Hood! Arghhh!”
And William Tell left the room, crying.
