*Bah! You couldn’t hit me if you wanted to!* the hockey puck jeered at him.
*We’ll see about that, puck-boy.*
*Puck boy? Ha! You call that an insult? A -* the puck cut itself off as Russ’s hockey stick whacked and shot it across the rink. *Whoaaaaaaaa…*
Goldberg lunged towards the puck… and it bounced off his pads.
“Aww man…* Russ complained.
*Ha ha!* the puck scorned. *You couldn’t even get me in the goal! Loser! Loser!*
*Hey, you wanna make something -*
“Russ?” said Adam.
“What?” Russ grouched.
“Quick arguing with the hockey puck. It’s just a hockey puck for goodness sake!”
*Yeah Russ. Don’t argue with the hockey puck,* it teased.
Russ glared at it.
“Can we get a new puck? Please?”
“I don’t see why we should,” Averman answered. “You argue with every single puck you meet.”
Russ muttered something unintelligible. No one asked him to repeat it. They were having a practice on the ice rink at their school, Eden Hall.
“Hey, Charlie, nice of you to join us,” Portman said sarcastically.
Charlie shrugged and gave him a small grin as he entered the rink.
“Guess what,” he said.
“You’re finally going to get that brain transplant?” asked Averman.
“Very funny. Eden Hall has entered us in the MIHC!”
“MIHC? That rings a bell…” Dwayne commented.
“It’s the Mutant Ice Hockey Championship,” Julie explained. “It’s the biggest ice hockey competition, played by mutants, watched by mutants. This is so cool.”
“When does it start?” asked Fulton.
“We have three weeks to get ready,” Charlie informed them.
“So lets get practicing,” Luis said.
Russ grinned at everyone and then turned his attention to the hockey puck.
*I’m going to kick your butt, little hockey puck. You’re going to regret the day you were manufactured!*
*I don’t have a butt, fatso.*
*Fatso! Why I oughta -*
Adam gave everyone a perplexed look.
“Someone get that puck away from Russ before steam starts coming out his ears,* he recommended.
Sometimes the ability to overhear telepathic conversations really wore him out, especially when it involved Russ and an argumentative object. At least he could block it out. That was something at any rate.