[littl3chocobo]

"i did not say that at all, i said it is not for fact-finding, i said it is only an aide. i recommend looking at several sources since only looking at one will inevitably lead you to learning something untrue. not everything can be right all of the time and not everyone gives only unbiased facts let alone all the facts"

[Poggio]

"Except for the simple fact that it has facts. You can not exclude all facts from wikipedia and while some of it might be opinions or untrue there is still some of it based on some small fact. It is no different then a scholarly article or reading a magazine. The only difference is the source is some one noteworthy instead of an anonymous person on the net."

[littl3chocobo]

"you are not listening!" angrily he dropped his dog back into the paper sleeve, "i am not not discrediting wikipedia i am saying that you would be a moron to blindly follow it as a stand-alone source of true and unbiased information when the correct thing to do is to find several resources and draw from the cumulative knowledge you have gained an opinion based on what you have learned as a whole!"

[Poggio]

Watching the pudgy boy turn red with anger was amusing. "Of course you did. You said Wikipedia was for dates and not for facts and that I am better off with a book, then you just said it was not for fact finding. Which is kinda the same thing." He grinned. "If Wikipedia had an article on the sky and said it was blue, that is a fact, I found it on the site, there is no bias to it. However anything even the books you treasure so much can have a bias too it depending on the author. Historians have always written bias accounts given the time in history it was written. So why are you getting angry?" He said finally taking a sip from his drink.

[littl3chocobo]

by now the food lay forgotten and only decking the asshole next to him was on his mind, "no, no, no! you are not listening! i did not say that and if you'd unclog your ears you would hear me, i am saying that no one resource, regardless of what it is or where it comes from is, by itself, a definite source! i am saying you must read several source that means more than one, MORE THAN ONE!, to have an accurate, or as close to accurate view as you can. if you pick one book it is the same as if you just used wikipedia, it does not matter if it is a book or not it matters that you use commonsense and don't blindly listen to the first person to tell you the sky is blue, and for the fucking record the sky is lavender in some places and gray in others not just blue!"


(yeah i meant !, to be like that, i am not sure how to write a sentence fragment following an exclamation, also he is starting to look really mad, just drop it or something before he hits you)

[Poggio]

He laughed some more at the boy and mused that he could talk with out saying shit for more then a few moments. Seeing the red face he reached down into one of the bags pulled out a corn dog and put it in the boys mouth before he could say any more. "Shut up, its my car eat your damn food." He snorted and turned back to his own meal. Wondering if Wikipedia knew where the sunset was lavender.

[littl3chocobo]

that was the last straw and a total violation of his personal space. spitting out the food he quickly swung a punch with his right arm, it was not a solid hit because of the belt but it stopped the uproarious laughter coming from the bastard next to him

[Poggio]

He didn't expect the blow or the coughing that came with it and was thankful the boy had gotten out of his seat and his car. Frantically he searched around his glove compartment for his inhaler to get more air into his lungs.

[littl3chocobo]

in his hurry he had forgotten his bag but at this point he just wanted away before he could get the shit pummeled out of him and took to a dash through the parkinglot towards his house

[Poggio]

It took all his will power not to shove the boys forgotten bag out of his car and run it over. After a few quick puffs he was able to breath with out coughing. He watched skittles run across the parking lot. For a few moments he vindictively decided to simply keep the bag as his war prize. But as he sat sipping his drink he thought better of it. He got out of his car with his umbrella and the bag and ran after skittles.

[littl3chocobo]

it was times like these he cursed his fat weak body and clearing the edge he was overthrown by the other who grabbed him by the back of the shirt, whipping around he tried to throw another punch but the weight of the man and the slickness of the ground was too much and slipping in the grass he ended up taking a tumble with the other guy on top

[Poggio]

The fall was unexpected, and landing on the soft squishy body he made no move to get up. His legs felt like they were were being stung by many tiny needles and his food wanted to come back up from the cold run in the rain. His head rested against Skittles quickly palpating chest that nearly matched his own. He pulled the parcel from under his shirt and delivered it to the body beneath him. "Your... bag." He wheezed trying to draw in a deep breath.

[littl3chocobo]

he felt like puking and so did not bother with the bag shoved against him though in a stroke of sky-ward mercy the rain picked that moment to stop. sweezing he did not bother moving while his clothes quickly soaked through though he managed to croak out a single 'idiot' all the same

[Poggio]

"I know... you too." Where the last words he managed to say in a high pitched wheeze before he closed his eyes and started to breathe like a fish that had been dropped on dry land.

[littl3chocobo]

he was still sulking even after they had gotten up and back into the car and as the other boy drove to his house he shuffled morosely through his things to make sure nothing was too wet

[Poggio]

As he drove he huffed down puffs of his medicine as if it were cocaine. Silently he pulled up to where the boy lived and stalled his car, resisting the urge to kick the boy out. Instead he reached behind him and dropped the food he intended for him to have in his lap.