Little Snakes
Para-medic was watching Nightmare on Elm Street, which she felt was a good movie because of the use of special effects to create the outlandish dream sequences in which Freddie would attack the teenaged characters of the story--though her favorite was the installment in which there was a stop-motion scene of Freddie's skeleton animating itself prevent the heroes from performing an exorcism on it.
"Dr. Clark! Dr. Clark!"
Para-medic was startled for a moment by the tiny British voice. There weren't any Brits in this movie...
Little Liquid tugged on her sleeve. "Dr. Clark!"
"What is it, Liquid?" she said, hardly taking her eyes off the TV screen.
"Dr. Clark, brother and I are playing CQC and I just came up with a way better move than he's ever done but he says it isn't better at all!" Liquid complained. "You've got to watch us and tell us which one is better!"
"What are the moves?" Para-medic asked absently.
"Mine is a powerful rush attack that'll knock you over!"
"Mine's a punch-punch-kick combo," piped in Solid, miming the attack.
"That's the standard attack," Liquid said derisively. "Even Dr. Clark knows that move!"
"Liquid," scolded Para-medic. She was only decent at CQC and would have had to stop the movie to focus and come up with a well thought-out response, so she went with the first response that came to mind. "Your ability to fight often comes down to your strength, coordination, and reflexes. Do you know what helps to determine those?"
"I know!" said Liquid. "It's our genes!"
"Huh?" said Solid.
"That's right," continued Para-medic. "Even if you invent some moves, if your opponent is naturally stronger, faster, and more accurate than you, the odds are still stacked against you. So what you should really ask yourself is who has the better genes."
"That's me, right, Dr. Clark?" asked Solid.
"Hmm? Oh, sure, sure," answered Para-medic, who was worried she was going to miss an excellent scene and wanted to end the conversation as quickly as possible.
And so it began.
"Dr. Clark! Dr. Clark!"
Para-medic was startled for a moment by the tiny British voice. There weren't any Brits in this movie...
Little Liquid tugged on her sleeve. "Dr. Clark!"
"What is it, Liquid?" she said, hardly taking her eyes off the TV screen.
"Dr. Clark, brother and I are playing CQC and I just came up with a way better move than he's ever done but he says it isn't better at all!" Liquid complained. "You've got to watch us and tell us which one is better!"
"What are the moves?" Para-medic asked absently.
"Mine is a powerful rush attack that'll knock you over!"
"Mine's a punch-punch-kick combo," piped in Solid, miming the attack.
"That's the standard attack," Liquid said derisively. "Even Dr. Clark knows that move!"
"Liquid," scolded Para-medic. She was only decent at CQC and would have had to stop the movie to focus and come up with a well thought-out response, so she went with the first response that came to mind. "Your ability to fight often comes down to your strength, coordination, and reflexes. Do you know what helps to determine those?"
"I know!" said Liquid. "It's our genes!"
"Huh?" said Solid.
"That's right," continued Para-medic. "Even if you invent some moves, if your opponent is naturally stronger, faster, and more accurate than you, the odds are still stacked against you. So what you should really ask yourself is who has the better genes."
"That's me, right, Dr. Clark?" asked Solid.
"Hmm? Oh, sure, sure," answered Para-medic, who was worried she was going to miss an excellent scene and wanted to end the conversation as quickly as possible.
And so it began.