Book 1, Chapter 7

Ean scrambled to his feet as The Gang bore down on him.

“Did you seriously just call us stupid?” Little snapped. “I think saying crap like that where we can hear is moronic, myself. Now we’re going to have to hurt you.”

Little didn’t say that it was also moronic – and rude – to exposit about someone aloud when there’s a perfectly competent Narrator around who can do it silently.

“Oh god,” E muttered. “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings,” he told me. Sarcastically.

I gave him the incorporeal equivalent of the silent treatment instead of replying.

Ean snorted. “I think you got that wrong,” he commented. I still didn’t reply.

“Got what wrong?” Little growled, suddenly reminding E that his half of our conversation wasn’t private and he was still being threatened by irate criminals.

“Uh,” E said – partly stalling for time, but mostly because he was at a loss for words for how much of an idiot he’d been. “Uh….”

Et Alia, Book 1: Aliens, Ninjas, Demons and Pie

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