This is how grudges start. Provided, of course, that either walks away from there.
Then again, knowing human nature, this would only make good grudge-fodder for future generations: “you great-great-great-great-grandfather stabbed my great-great-great-great-grandfather, that means I should stab you!”
Rinse. Repeat.
I know what was probably expected here was a joke about testicles but that is too easy.
Even for me.
A couple of good buddies enjoying a refreshing drink or two. Visual clues would also lead one to deduce that the beverages being imbibed are probably of an alcoholic nature.
I think, with this, I’ve nailed a theme for the cups suit. We shall see how this develops.
A geeky lady with a jet pack. It makes sense in some way, I’m positive.
You see, I make it a point not to fight inspiration. If my crazy brain tells me that the two of torches should be some floozy with a rocket fixation, who am I to argue?