Unfiltered Story #47968

SC, USA | Unfiltered | December 23, 2016

I’m sitting, working on my computer and my sister is on the edge of my bed playing Skyrim. I am focused on my work, so I do not actually see what she is doing, but it involves an enemy she can’t see.

To my confusion, I suddenly hear her start to hum “Pop goes the Weasel” as her character sneaks up on a foe.

Sister: “Da da da da da dadadada, DEATH GOES THE WEASEL!” (as she starts firing arrows)

Me: “…what?!”

Sister: “…I don’t know.”

Me: “What kind of arrows are those?”

Sister: “Something about magic arrows.”

Me: “Oh.” (goes back to typing)

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