blonde woman:"to think. endless years of training, gone. just in a flash. well, that guy's gone."

 

a quick shove and run...

 

 

 

trad:"how can this walk get any worse?"

 

 

alison:"hey trad~!"

 

trad:*groan*

 

allison:"whacha doing on the ground?"

 

trad, sarcastically:"don't you realise it's 'hug the pavment in searing heat while hearing your arms melt' day?i just love doing it every year."

 

allison:"ooh, it's so cute to hear your voice dripping with sarcasm and cynicalism."

 

trad:"can you please help me up? the heat from the pavment is making my face melted and bubbly..."

 

 

trad:"so why are you in those clothes? i thought you had a meeting."

 

allison:" i did but i was gonna brush up on my gymnastics..."

 

trad:"you're a gymnasist?"

 

allison:"oh yes. i am very flexible... but enough about me, how was your walk?"

 

trad:"well, this crazy australian tried to shoot me with his blow gun and..."