"Don't play dumb with me, b***h. I know you know me."
"I already told you that I don't. Like a million times. Get a clue, dude." I sighed out loud.
"Yeah, I don't buy the whole amnesia thing for a minute."
"Up to you. I've been meaning to ask... what's with the eyepatch?" I stared at the guy's face.
"Oh you don't remember? You did this to me back in high school!" The stranger's face turned red with rage.
"Um, could you perhaps tell me the details?" I pried.
"Here's an idea, why don't I just slice your eye to get even?" He grinned in a creepy way.
"Did I use a knife to do that or a katana because the latter would be so badass. What was your name again?" I asked.
"The b***h is asking for death." One of the eyepatch guy's minions said.
"It's Brenton. Ask me
