"Why are we still so afraid of GMOs?" I ask before taking a sip of my coffee. Just a touch of cream and no sugar, I notice, taking a moment to savor the fact that Hank is such a close friend of mine that he remembers how I take my coffee. "I think a lot of the public outrage would be tempered if people realized how much raw good it's doing for people. There's just so much misinformation that I wish--"
Before I even know what's happening, the table has been flipped over and Hank is bum-rushing me. His eyes are afire, his nostrils flared. I've never seen such fury. I barely notice as my coffee cup shatters against the wall, its hot contents steaming as they splatter. Hank's hand wraps around my throat and he lifts me off the ground, pressing my body against the wall as if it weighs nothing to him.
"Motherfucker," He growls, his stinking breath washing over my face as I gasp for air. "We can't even make wood."
neesh_chal on August 12nd, 2019 at 11:04 UTC »
Puts into perspective why green lantern's weakness was wood back in the olden days and why the sonic screwdriver doesn't have a setting for wood.
pr0digalnun on August 12nd, 2019 at 11:37 UTC »
Well I can’t synthesize it but I know how to make wood...
Jellytastic on August 12nd, 2019 at 13:58 UTC »
"Why are we still so afraid of GMOs?" I ask before taking a sip of my coffee. Just a touch of cream and no sugar, I notice, taking a moment to savor the fact that Hank is such a close friend of mine that he remembers how I take my coffee. "I think a lot of the public outrage would be tempered if people realized how much raw good it's doing for people. There's just so much misinformation that I wish--"
Before I even know what's happening, the table has been flipped over and Hank is bum-rushing me. His eyes are afire, his nostrils flared. I've never seen such fury. I barely notice as my coffee cup shatters against the wall, its hot contents steaming as they splatter. Hank's hand wraps around my throat and he lifts me off the ground, pressing my body against the wall as if it weighs nothing to him.
"Motherfucker," He growls, his stinking breath washing over my face as I gasp for air. "We can't even make wood."