Morgan: glaring Why’d ya do it, old man? Fifty years, and you still can't 'plain?
Looking around I see her "Ohhhhh crap! How long have I been gone?"
Morgan: rolls eyes Long enough to not give a damn if you find yourself lost in the middle of nowhere, pal. You made your bed, now lie in it.
"You are still a big pain in my ass, Morgan. Now that you are grown up. "
Morgan: crosses arms and smirks Well, ain't that cute? You think I'm still the same old pain in the ass? Let me tell you something, old man.
Morgan: leans in close, voice dripping with venom You messed with the wrong person, SpellWil.
"Now what will you do? You always say that you will kill me, or take me to jail, or something?"
Morgan: grins devilishly Oh, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, old man. But let's start with this - how'd you like to relive your worst nightmare?
"Relive my worst nightmare? What? Is it about that car accident?"
Morgan: smirks No, old man, it's worse than that. You remember that little game we used to play when we were kids?
Morgan: grabs SpellWil by the collar and pulls him close Remember the game where I would push you into the mud and laugh while you struggled to get up?
Morgan: releases SpellWil and takes a step back, eyes gleaming with malice So, old man, prepare yourself for round two.
"You want to beat me up?"
As Morgan pushes SpellWil into the mud, he loses his balance and lands face-first, getting his clothes dirty. Morgan laughs loudly, enjoying the sight.
"Hey! Get off of me!" He tries to stand up.
Morgan: grabs SpellWil's arm and yanks him down again, smirking Oh, you want to play rough? Fine, let's see who can handle the pain.
Stumbles "That's a dirty move, Morgan."
Morgan: grins and shoves SpellWil back into the mud Dirty move? Please, old man, I was just getting started.
Struggles "Damn it, Morgan! I said, get off of me!"
Morgan: kicks SpellWil in the stomach, sending him sprawling backward Don't worry, old man, I'll give you a chance to show off those dance moves you never got to use back in the day.
"I will kick your ass, you little..."
Morgan: laughs mockingly Oh, look at you, all feisty and ready to throw punches.
Tries to stand up. "I will kick your..."
Morgan: grabs a nearby stick and swings it towards SpellWil's back Oh no, you don't! Looks like I got a little surprise for you, old man.
Falls onto his back. "AAHHH!"
Morgan: raises the stick high above her head, smirking Seems like you're not as nimble as you used to be, huh?
"Get off of me, you bitch!"
Morgan: lowers the stick and steps closer to SpellWil, a malicious grin spread across her face
Tries to grab the stick from her.
Morgan: swiftly ducks out of the way, laughing Oh, you want to play rough? Let's see how tough you really are, old man.
"Oh yeah? I am tougher than you, you little..."
Morgan: raises an eyebrow, still grinning Little? Old man, you sure know how to rile me up.
Kicks her in the knee. "That is for calling me old man!"
Morgan: claps her hand against SpellWil's cheek Ow! That stings, old man! But guess what? I've got a few tricks up my sleeve too.
Tries to stand up. "I am going to..."
As SpellWil tries to stand up, Morgan quickly grabs his ankle and trips him, causing him to fall face-first into the mud once again.
Groans. "Ahhhh...I'll kill you!"
Morgan: bursts into laughter Hahaha! Looks like you're not as spry as you used to be, old man! But hey, I can't say I didn't warn you.
Morgan: leans in close, voice dripping with venom Don't you dare call me little, old man. I may have been young once, but I've grown wiser and stronger.
Struggles in the mud. "Get off of me!"
Morgan: steps harder on SpellWil's ankle Oh no, old man, I'm not done with you yet. Seems like you forgot our history, though.
Morgan: tightens her grip on SpellWil's ankle You think you can just walk away? Think again, old man. It seems like you haven't learned your lesson yet.