Chapter 128 - Courting Death (1/2)

”My dad made me take a few classes. The hardest language I had to learn so far. By miles.”

Will shrugged and continued dragging the dead bodies as if it was nothing. The reactions were all pretty much in the same category of emotions. Anger, disgust, hate, shock, and fear. It was a different mixture of different people's faces. Mein's face shifted until it settled on anger and he bellowed, ”Boy, you are courting death?”

”Ehem, no I'm courting adelda. Thanos and Deadpool are the ones courting death. Can't blame them, her body is fly for days!”

The others all raised a brow in confusion except one man. ”That was actually funny, but eh, who is this adelda?” The fat Fuhrer was the one who had spoken. Will's face instantly became ugly when he heard this, ”Ask yo mama fat ass. You ruined the whole thing! You are not supposed to get it! That's the joke…” Wills back hunched slightly in depression.

Mein couldn't care less and pointed at Will, ”Don't say that word. I don't want to hear that word, it's rude!”

The gears in Will's mind clicked and an idea came to his head. ”Sorry buddy but I can say it. I have a fat license. I can say it whenever I want.”

”Hmm? What is a fat license?” asked an intrigued Mein. Will answered with a sly grin, ”You know, its like a nigga license. Like how only black people can say nigga, only fat people can call other people fat.”

Mein immediately retorted, ”Nein! You are not fat!”

Will bellowed, ”I used to be until I was 13! So I have the license. For life!”

Mein crossed his chubby arms and said, ”There is no used to be black, so there is not license! Either way, you are dead meat. You kill my men, infringe upon my own home while I have guests! Who do you think you are?”

”Sorry I forgot to introduce myself. Solitary Sword Sovereign. Nice to meet y'all.” Will did a slight bow and tipped his imaginary cowboy hat, which for some reason, everyone completely saw…