13? Oh, that's a dangerous one. It can be good or bad, buts its always forced. Something you can't control yet flips your life on its head. Scary, isn't it?

What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)

I'm about 10,000 words into my outline (Yes, I outline very extensively xD)

Right now the outline is getting closer to what should be the first major fight. Since its still just a outline I can't tell you exactly what happens. But I plan to make the fights very over the top/hard on the cool factor.

You can see what I mean in the fights I made in the other fic I have. But I'll likely make a story or two for this fic to show you guys how I expect the action to be like. If you like it feel free to tell me, and if you don't feel free to call me a poopy head.

Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)

Two men in khaki shirts enjoyed their lunch break on the top of a construction building they'd been working on for the past month or so. They hung their legs off the red beams. They'd been working as construction men for a decade. So they had no real worry about falling off.

While nibbling on their sandwiches the shorter man hummed with joy as he signaled to his taller friend to take a look at his grub.

Shorter friend: "Look at this! Have you EVER seen a coverage of peanut butter and jelly more evenly spread?"

Taller Friend: "Hm, it is quite impressive. I couldn't do that."

Shorter Friend: "Damn right you couldn't!"

Taller Friend: "And you could?"

The shorter friend laughed while shaking his head.

Shorter Friend: "Not a chance in hell! Or earth. That's how I know she must come from the heavens."

Taller Friend: "Of course, she'd need heavenly patience to deal with you."

The shorter man lightly jabbed at the taller man's shoulder. It hurt, but only a bit. And both men were smiling. And so a bond as deep as theirs couldn't be hurt by some light teasing. Little could.

Loving husband1: "You got a point though, I can hardly compare. But to be fair, it's hard to compare when you're with the best spouse in the world."

Except that, that definitely could.

The taller man eyed the shorter man, not upset, just looking at his friend like he'd said something impressively stupid.

Taller Friend: "Oh yeah she's great...but...let's not get ahead of ourselves."

Loving husband1: "What do you mean?"

Taller friend: "Come on, don't play dumb."

Loving husband1: "Then don't be vague, thick head!"

Taller Friend: "Fine fine fine! I'm just saying that like...obviously my spouse is the best. Not that it's a competition or anything! It's just the facts."

Loving husband1: "Oh, is that so?"

Loving husband2: "Is the sky blue, Jefferson?"

Jefferson: "Yes, and my spouse is also the best, Dicker."

Dicker: "Pff, come on. I told you I'm not a fan of my birth name, and I'm really not a fan of delusional folk."

Jefferson: "Delusional?! Oooh, Mr.Dicker, I don't think you want to get into this debate. You'd end up quite jealous."

Dicker: "I could say the same to you, Mr.Jefferson."

Jefferson stood up.

Jefferson: "So...that's how it's going to be?"

Dicker stood up as well.

Dicker: "I guess so."

Their faces neared.

Jefferson: "So...be it."

Both men leaped back, entering battle poses and grabbing something long and hard from their baggy pant pockets.

Dicker and Jefferson pulled out their microphones at about the same time. But Jefferson was the first one to rap. Somehow, music was playing.

Jefferson: "My wife is so pure that when we first went to the church they called her the second coming of christ!"

Dicker: "Pssh, please. That's not even uncommon. My husband, however? One of a kind! And unlike your flat-chested witch he got chest for days! And so much brain he could be a rocket scientist, oh what he is! What does your girl do? Make dishes in a 1-star restaurant?"

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Jefferson: "1 Michelin star! Very impressive! And yes if we compare your man's achievements with my women's chest will find a correlation of them both being non-existent! But unlike you, I know flat is justice. And that pot belly of your man? Straight up criminal."

Dicker: "Pot-belly? That's muscle dipshit. But I guess you wouldn't know that since you married a stick."

Jefferson: "Well at least my spouse doesn't have a pencil dick!"

Dicker strode towards Jefferson, pointing down at both their junks.

Dicker: "Now listen here little Jefferson, my husband's dick is of considerable length and width. Offering more sperm than either of us can output. In fact, his so fertile that we need condoms just in case he could give me birth! While your women's so infertile that she can't even get a child out."

Jefferson pushed Dicker away, nearly making him fall off the red beam.

Jefferson: "It's gonna happen! Unlike you who will be childless for life!"

Dicker: "Oh, no more holding back then, huh?"

Jefferson: "Yeah...let's finish this!"

Dicker: "My husband could wrestle a bear, and he has even more chest hair! When he jogs to work he needs to slow down to not break the speed limit! And he is caring and attentive, let me show you!"

Dicker pulled out his phone. It read 3:59

Dicker: "Always at 4 he sends a message asking me how I'm doing and giving me support!"

His phone's time changed to 4:00, and the moment it did a light ding was heard by both men. Dicker smiled.

Dicker: "That's him. See? While your wife's sandwiches might be very well-proportioned the consistency of their output is lacking!"

Jefferson: "She makes me a sandwich every day!"

Dicker pulled out another sandwich from his pockets. These men had very big pockets.

Dicker: "He makes me two! That's why in this boundless universe his the best of the best!"

Jefferson: "No surprise the lover of the rocket scientist would equate a love match to be the same as 2 > 1! Unlike your man, my woman focuses on quality! Her meals? Excellent! Her scheduling? Perfection? The haircut she gave me this morning? Great!"

Dicker: "...It is a good haircut."

Jefferson: "Exactly! And she see's the goodness in everybody! So if a bear came up to her she wouldn't need to wrestle, she'd just give it honey and make it our friend! Then teach it Yoga and meditation so it could find inner peace!"

Dicker: "Ugh! This is getting nowhere! You!"

Dicker pointed to a man who was just happening to pass by their construction site.

Professional Stranger25: "Huh? Me?"

Dicker: "You've been listening, right?"

Professional Strange25: "To what?"

Jefferson: "To how my wife is way better than this idiot's husband!"

Dicker: "No! It's about how my husband is wayyy better than his wife!"

Professional Stranger25: "Uh...why not both?"

Jefferson/Dicker: "What?!"

Professional Stranger25: "Can't...can't they both be the best spouses?"

Jefferson: "Huh well..."

Dicker: "I...I guess that works."

Professional Stranger25: "Oh thank goodness."

Professional Stranger25 ran away before he'd have the chance to get stuck into another song fight.

Jefferson and Dicker glanced at each other, then glanced away. All the abhorrent things they had said were only now starting to sink in.

If they were to do a scientific measure of the amount of thick-headedness within both their skulls then they'd be surprised to find an equal amount of head-strongness within both of them.

Unfortunately, they were construction workers, not scientists, and so they mostly blamed themselves.

Jefferson: "So uhhh..."

Dicker: "...Look, man-"

Jefferson/Dicker: "I didn't mean-wait-JINX! Ha, you owe me a soda! What? No, I jinxed first! Ugh!"

Their groans soon turned to aggravated smiles.

Jefferson stuck out his hand.

Jefferson: "Agree to forgive and forget in equal measures?"

Dicker's smile widened to a boyish extent.

Dicker: "We can try, but-"

*Pam!

Their hands smashed together to make an impressively manly handshake.

Dicker: "I'm pretty sure I'll forgive and forget harder than you."

It was Jefferson's turn to smile boyishly.

Jefferson: "We'll see about that."

At the exact same time, the men let go of their handshake and slapped each other on the shoulders. Jefferson stumbled a foot or two, nearing the edge of the beam. And Dicker-

*SPLAT!

Jefferson looked around, confused as to why his sometimes best friend sometimes rival wasn't anywhere in sight.

Finally, Jefferson managed to find the courage to look down. He found Dicker. Dead on the floor like any other corpse.

The first thought Jefferson had after Dicker's death was odd to anyone who didn't know Dicker or Jefferson very well. If it isn't abundantly clear, they always fancied a good song. Especially a good rap.

Often on drunk nights when the day's work had been particularly straining or the news was even more depressing than usual they'd poke upon the topic of what song they'd like to play at their funeral. Being mildly egotistical, they'd both chosen songs they'd made.

Jefferson had chosen the first song to play to be a somber yet gentle piece.

Dicker to piss Jefferson off had chosen the exact opposite.

In this brief moment between acceptance and pain, Jefferson recalled the song. Perhaps it was his mind's way to properly say goodbye to Dicker.

Jefferson: "i-I like... d-dicks in my mouth...d-dicks i-in my ass...dicks curved upward and d-d-downward a-and sideways a-as...as well. B-b-b....."

Try as he might Jefferson could not get another word out. And so he stayed silent.

Dead silent as he cried for his friend.

The final section! (Section.)

The end of more then one thing.