Intergalactic Gladiating Bites

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" the announcer bellowed above the roaring crowd. "Tonight's main event! In this corner, the Automation of Devistation -- Robo-T!"

The crowd roared even louder, Robo-T flexed his pneumatic muscles.

"And in this corner!" the announcer continuer. "The man who rides the hurricane in the fast lane -- Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator!"

The crowd's cheers amp up even more. Despite the excitement, I feel a buzzing in my head. Man, this place blows.

"I will destroy you, fool!" glowers Robo-T.

"Man, get away from me, freak!" I step away from him and head towards the exit. The crowd begins booing and Robo-T is declared the winner by disqualification.

J'onn Sinew Nu runs up to me. "What do you think you're doing?" he demands. "Your little stunt is going to cost the IGE a lot of revenue!"

"Stuff it, old man," I shoulder past him. "Why don't you head to your comfy office and get back to thinking up ways to try to make the gladiators look stupid. I'm not playing by your rules anymore. In fact, I'm out of here."

"What? You can't do that, you're under contract!"

"You can take that contract and stick it, Sinooze-You-Lose," I said back to him. "I'm heading to my ship to play Halo."

"If you don't get back here this instant," Sinew Nu blustered. "You can consider yourself permanently suspended!"

"You're not the boss of me," I snapped back at him. "Jeez, you're just like my old man! I don't need you, I don't need anybody!"

"Why! Why! Why!" Sinew Nu was at a loss for words.

"Ha ha, if you're face was any redder, I could take it home and use it as a stop sign, although stop signs usually aren't square."

"Look," he tried to reason, but I wasn't gonna listen. Stupid adults always talking. "I'll let you go take a break. You know, ah-a vacation or something. We'll write it into the storyline or something, but you're too valuable of an asset to let us lose you."

"Blah blah blah," I mimicked. "You're just like everybody else. You don't care about me, you just care about makin' money. Forget it, I'm goin' cruising down at the DQ. Later, jerkstore."

"Jon..." Sinew Nu's mouth hung open. He didn't know what to say, but then he composed himself. "I told you, if you don't come back, you're suspended. I'm serious!"

I headed for the door, then I turned back and flipped him the bird from both hands. Ha ha, that'll show him. I also gave him my best punk rock sneer ever. It was a sneer that would make Johnny Lydon proud, if he weren't a lame old man, too.