Bad Advice

"You want me to tell her she's fat? Why?" Targos was a little skeptical of this whole plan "Nah, it'll be great fun, trust me, she'll laugh!" His friend, Matos, patted his back encouragingly. "Now go on, get to it." Targos shrugged, women are weird. "If you say so..." He moved to cross the street, it was a bright day in Conton City's Urban district, and he could see one of the resident Patrollers standing there reading a poster on a street lamp. Her name, as he'd been told was Nomi. She was wearing a dark Gi and had her back to him.

"Excuse me, miss?" He waited a just a slight distance away. She turned to him with a scowl. "What do you want?" He shrugged. "I wanted to tell you you're fat." He figured he'd just come right out and say it, no use beating around a bush. She had a shocked expression on her face, and he watched in fascination has her pupils contracted into pinpricks. "Ha..Ha ha. Hahaha. Ahahahahaha!" He was now very afraid, he'd heard laughter like this once before, it was from a survivor of a squad wipe, the man had gone insane after witnessing the deaths of his friends.

She stepped closer to him, till she was now only a few inches away. He tried to talk. "A-Are you o-Hurgk" Her fist lashed out faster than he could follow and buried its self in his gut. He took a few stumbling steps back and collapsed to his knees and vomited. All the while she continued to laugh, but it seemed like she was moving away from him. He groaned leaning over and resting his forehead against the pavement.

A few minutes passed until it was quiet again "M-Matos..." He called out, but there was no reply. Trying not to vomit he moved a hand slowly up to the scouter on his face and tapped a button. After a few chimes a voice came out of the speaker. "Matos here." He hacked up more bile before he spoke again. "S-she hit me..." There was silence. "But did she laugh though?" "...Yes." He finally answered. "Good man, Targos!" He groaned.