I heard all sorts of bombs and guns. I heard jets and planes. I heard men and women. I heard lots and lots of things about war. I also heard this, ". . .the world is going to die. . . " and it was so X-Box 360-like that I stopped typing for a moment to glance at the TV to see if the husband was watching or playing. And though I tried, I could not help but mutter the same words in the same voice. It had to be done. I was overly compelled and not by my own hand either. The Military Channel made me do it.
The husband stopped. He looked at me as if I had just killed his cat. He very flatly said, "what." So, as proud as I could and in my best X-Box 360 voice I boomed, ". . .the world is going to die. . . " And smiled as pretty as I knew how with a couple of blinks to my eyelids.
The husband shook his head, "I don't know how your father didn't beat you as a child."