5th Job - VIDEO

[someonetoscold]

[ Flint is relaxing at Manhattan Beach Park. Yes, in March. He’s Sandman. It's how he rolls. He seems pretty smug, actually. Let’s just say things are finally turning up for him. ]

So it’s all good now? You all done runnin’ around panicking about aliens? [ People who avoided the entire thing: Flint. He pauses, leaning back. ]

Y’know, when this place isn’t being attacked by monsters and aliens and junk, it ain’t so –

[ A tennis ball hits him right in the head, spraying sand everywhere. Flint reaches to pull it out of where it had become lodged in his head, just as a large Rottweiler comes bounding after it. Sand goes everywhere. ]

HEY, watch it --! [ the communicator disconnects ]

Comments

[incywincyhero]

Better count yourself lucky it was just a tennis ball, pal. I've heard things about what dogs get up to in public sandboxes, if you know what I mean.

[someonetoscold]

Like I ain't ever heard that one before. You ever do anything, or you just going to keep mouthing off?

[incywincyhero]

Eh, it's my coffee break and there's nothing new on Facebook.

[someonetoscold]

Har de har har. Like you got anybody'd friend you. Don't you got guys to bust, people to bother?