"Huh? Oh yeah, this view is nice."
āNice? Oh, please. I know yācan do better than that. Thereās an entire thesaurus'a words more suitable for the situation! Nice. Ha! So bland. So boring. Itās an absolute sin that it be applied to somethinā that even remotely resembles true beauty. Look out on the horizon. Take in the sights. Now find a word more appropriate. Iāll give ya a few. Gorgeous. Pristine. Flawless. Allurinā. Grand. Magnificent. Marvelous. Delightful.ā
Graham stares at the ruined cars standing before him. The sun reflects beautifully off of the old rusty cars littering the junkyard in which the two are currently standing. Old, broken down cars stand silently here and there and elsewhere, pleading with their headlights at him. Tragically standing alone in a group, solitary in company. Itās horrifying. Depressing as sin. The mechanic moves closer and begins to dismantle a car, piece by piece.
"Grotesque. Horrid. Ghastly. Gruesome. Vile. Heinous. Foul. Unpleasant. Detestable. Repugnant. Damn damn damn damn damn damn damn!!!! I canāt stand to watch allāa these here, pathetically wastinā away! How could you say this was nice? How dare you even insinuate that the grisly scene that lies before you was even remotely pleasant? I oughtta break ya legs for such abominable heresy. But Iām far too busy at the moment. Now ya gonna stand there? Or ya gonna make yourself useful for a change?ā


















