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isalsogreat“I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.” The boast came in the middle of a lull in the conversation. They were sitting around the outside swimming pool of the hotel they were staying at, eating ice cream. It was a rather odd turn in the conversation, considering they had just been conversing, at length about the best ice cream flavor. The conversation quickly deteriorated into their usual, “is NOT!” and “is SO” argument. Which he won since he pulled out the infinity card, which she of course thought was cheating, ESPECIALLY after only one round of ‘not’s’ and ‘so’s’.
“I don’t believe you.” Bobby calmly continued to eat his ice cream, unlike Salome who was trying to keep it from melting all over her hand. There was just something odd about the Iceman eating ice cream.
