“ Argh! Paul! What the hell are you doing!”
“ Pulling your hair! And now I’m gonna go pull Marko’s!”, he exclaimed cheerfully as he yanked on Marko’s long locks. Marko awoke with a start and screeched.
“ Paul, would you quit doing that! It’s the second time you’ve done it tonight!”
Paul was about to pull Dwayne’s hair, but before he could, the other Vampire bet him to it.
Dwayne yanked Paul’s hair. Hard. Very hard.
“ See how it feels to get your hair pulled?! How do ya like it now Paul! The tables have turned!”
Paul screamed as Dwayne pulled harder. He reached up and tried to pull his hair back from the dark haired Vampires grip...and succeeded.
Paul pulled Dwayne’s hair. Dwayne grit his teeth together as he yanked his long hair back out of Paul’s hold.
David snuck up behind Paul and pulled his hair. Very very very hard. That would teach that little bastard for pulling my hair!
Paul bellowed and pulled David’s hair.
Marko pulled Dwayne’s hair.
And soon everybody was pulling hair and getting their hair pulled at the same time.
David was pulling Dwayne’s and Dwayne was pulling David’s. Marko was pulling Paul’s and Paul was pulling Marko’s.
Screeches and screams and bellows and shouts echoed around the cave as the Boys fought like sorority chicks.
“ Let go, you bastard”!
“ Stop pulling my hair!”
“ You fucking dick-head let go of my HAIR!”
If there had been any onlookers they would have been laughing their ass of. Indeed, seeing the Boys like this would be a really entertaining session.
David and Dwayne, who were rather tired of the subject, resorted to higher measures, such as, kicking, scratching, biting, more kicking, hissing, punching, more kicking, etc. etc.
David kicked Paul and Paul punched him. Dwayne hissed at Marko and Marko scratched him.
Eventually, though, the Boys grew tired.
And eventually, sad enough, the little ‘sorority chick’ fight was over. But even though the fight was over, that didn’t stop the verbal onslaught.
“ See what you did! You must’ve torn out half of my hair! SHIT-HEAD!”
“ It wasn’t my fault, bastard! YOU STARTED IT! SO SHUT YOUR MOUTH, POT-HEAD!”
“ YOU FUCKING MOTHER-FUCKER! LOOK AT MY HAIR! THERE IS PRACTICALLY NONE LEFT!”
“ I’M NOT THE ONE WHO STARTED IT ASS HOLE! PAUL DID THAT, NOT ME! GO THROW YOUR INSULTS AT HIM!”
David looked Paul, seemingly calmly, and asked,
“ Paul, you started this. Now tell me, Paul, why just right out of they blue, start pulling out hair?”
“ I was bored and I couldn’t sleep.”
“ But, why did you have to take it out on us? Couldn’t you have gone hunting or... doing whatever you do?”
“ Nope. I just had to bug you guys. Hey, I didn’t expect it to get into a full-blown fight! Well, wait a second, actually I did.”
“ PULL HIS HAIR! GET HIM!”