Plain Dane the Useless stepped off of the Short Bus. He didn't particularly like to be riding the "Short Bus", as it was associated with being "special", and if there was one thing that Plain Dane was, it certainly wasn't "special", in any way.
His assassin's hood was pulled low over his head, shading his eyes from view.
He didn't like Wal-Mart very much either. Wal-Mart was the embodiment of evil. He remembered, once in an English class he had taken, watching a documentary all about the evil of Wal-Mart. Sure, it offered cheap prices, but at what cost? It wasn't a pretty sight, what Wal-Mart did behind the scenes, but when you were a poor as dirt worthless assassin who couldn't use his skills for much of anything, you found ways to cut corners.
Even if that ment having to endorse your worst enemy.
There was a woman... At least he thought it was a women, but at times there seemed to be a tell-tale buldge in her crotch, was mumbling something to herself.
Plain Dane palmed his forehead, his hand disappearing in the shadows of his hood. He was surrounded by idiots. All the had ever wanted to do was major in something deep, like philosphy or pshycology, but no, he [i]had[/i] to be the [b]only[/b] son of the world's greatest assassin. His education had not been what he wanted.
Heaving a great sigh, as if it was one of the greatest efforts to move the air in and out of his lungs, Plain Dane the Useless looked up into the evil he knew in his heart as Wal-Mart.