“Wings, could you please try to be normal for just three seconds?”
“But Betty! That’s totally impossible, don’t you see?” Wings said, his eyes the size of dinner plates. Or, you know, the moon or something. Wait… that metaphor is overused too…
With eyes the size of the blacksmith’s belly. There. Perfect.
“Well, obviously you can’t be totally normal,” Betty said, effectively reminding us of just what was happening before I went off on a metaphorical tangent.
“But Betty! That’s totally impossible, don’t you see?” Wings said, his eyes the size of dinner plates. Or, you know, the moon or something. Wait… that metaphor is overused too…
With eyes the size of the blacksmith’s belly. There. Perfect.
“Well, obviously you can’t be totally normal,” Betty said, effectively reminding us of just what was happening before I went off on a metaphorical tangent.
