Left Brain, Right Brain

Sarah was hard at work, sketching up the next page of the comic. She had finally gotten time to work now that the others were fast asleep. At least, that's what she thought. Little did she know someone was lurking in the shadows. Her stalker slowly crept up to her, gun in hand. They aimed their weapon, ready to pull the trigger. 

*SPLASH!*

Sarah was taken off guard as the water gun soaked the back of her head. Her assailant chuckled behind her, pumping the gun for another shot.

"Lib..." Sarah began slowly, ceasing her work momentarily.

He fired the gun again, directly at the back of Sarah's head.

"Goddamn it, Lib. I'm trying to work here. Unlike you, who lazes about and procrastinates all day." Sarah told Lib, slowly turning to face him.

As she did, she got yet another blast from the water gun, this time directly in the face.

"Hahahahaha! Direct hit!" Lib cackled, holding his sides.
"Wow Sarah, I didn't know I could get you wet so easily~ Sorry for squirting in your face, Sarah~" Lib mocked.

Sarah stared at him a moment, then smirked.

"Yes. After all, using a water gun is the only way for you to get girls wet. Your tiny penis would barely penetrate them, let alone get them off."

Lib glared at Sarah.

"Well, I- Your a- Fuck you!" Lib stuttered, whining. 

Sarah chuckled darkly.

"What's the matter? You can dish it, but you can't take it?" Sarah asked, grinning smugly.

Lib just continued to glare at her.

"If you're quite finished, I'd like to get back to work, something that is foreign to you." Sarah told him bluntly, turning back to the desk she was sitting at. 

As Sarah continued with that comic, she heard Lib from behind.

"What's the matter, Bubbles? I thought you liked water. After all, it's where you were born." 

Sarah sighed loudly.

"At least I know where I was born, and how." Sarah told Lib. 

Lib narrowed his eyes. 

"What was that?" he asked angrily.

Sarah turned around. 

"You heard me. If I upset you, why don't you go cry to your mummy? Mama's boy..." Sarah mocked.

Lib approached Sarah, tossing the gun aside.

"Are we going to have a problem here?" Sarah asked as he stared her down.

"Take it back..." Lib told Sarah quietly.

Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Oh grow up. You made a crack about my creation, so I made one about yours. If you can take it, don't dish it." Sarah told him.

"I said, take it back!" Lib demanded angrily.

"No, I will not. You brought it on yourself." 

Lib stood there, fists clenched.

"If you're quite finished, I'd like to get back to work." Sarah told Lib, turning back toward her work again.

Lib took this opportunity to swing on her, going straight for the side of her head. Sensing this, Sarah ducked, and responded with her own, nailing Lib in the face.

Lib toppled over, his balance compromised. Sarah leapt onto Lib's chest, grabbing his throat and glaring down menacingly at him. A large black tendril snaked it's way out of her mouth. It looked poised to strike.

"If you're quite finished with your outburst, I'd like to finish working." Sarah told Lib, her voice laced with venom.

Lib glared back up, eyes burning with rage. 

"Not even close, bitch!" Lib screeched, roughly grabbing the head of the tendril, prepared to rip it clean from Sarah's mouth. 

Sensing this, the slimy leech slipped out of Lib's smooth fingers and back into Sarah's mouth.

"That was a big mistake..." Sarah told Lib, increasing her grip on Lib's throat.

As she did, the leech emerged again, this time prepared to latch onto Lib.

Sensing this, Lib delivered a blow to Sarah's jaw, knocking her head upward to prevent the leech from latching on him. Using his long legs, he tossed her off him, and got to his feet.

"Not this time. You aren't going to make me your puppet again!" Lib growled.

"How ironic, coming from an overgrown marionette." Sarah retorted, standing back up.

The two stood there, glaring at each other, both seething with rage.

They charged at one another, prepared to end the other in a single blow.

Lib lifted his leg, nailing Sarah square in the crotch, while Sarah delivered a fist straight to Lib's testicles. Effectively incapacitating them both.

Both cried out in agony, collapsing to the ground in pain.

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!! AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Lib screeched, writhing on the floor.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW..." Sarah moaned, writhing as well.

As the two moaned and groaned in pain, the door to the room opened. It was Holly, who had heard the commotion, and was waiting until it was safe to come in. As she laid eyes on the two, writhing and holding their crotches, she asked what had transpired between the two.

"ITS ALL SARAH'S FAULT!" Lib whined.

"No, it's yours. If you had just let me work, this wouldn't have happened." Sarah protested.

"AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! If you could just learn to take a fucking joke, I would have never tried hitting you! But no, you always have to go straight to my balls with your insults!" Lib whined.

Holly stifled her laughter at Lib's ironically relevant remark, and continued listening to the two bicker.

"If you would just grow some balls, maybe you could learn to walk away. Let shit slide, like water off a duck's back." Sarah told Lib.

"Maybe you should teach me! After all, water is your expertise!" Lib mocked, writhing on the ground.

"Oh, you little shit!" Sarah growled.

As the two continued to argue, Holly decided to speak up.

"So, let me get this straight. Lib angered you, you hurt his feelings, he got mad, attacked you, you both started fighting, the result of the fight was that you both got nailed in the privates?" Holly asked, surmising the situation.

Lib and Sarah in unison, "Yeah!"

Holly stayed silent a moment, before shrugging.

"Seems like a fitting end for a couple of dicks." Holly said bluntly. 

Sarah stared at Holly blankly, and Lib's jaw dropped. Both were speechless.

Holly stepped over them both, humming sweetly, and walked over to her desk.

She sat down, and continued work on the comic, while Sarah and Lib laid on the ground in silence, totally awestruck.

They had no need to argue any further, because they now both had something to agree on.

What hurt more?

Their genitals, or their pride?


Fin~