Psybolt Unleashed

Nyx was the oldest of the Grimm brothers, a sophomore. The three of them had become known as the Brothers Geek. Although Nyx still wasn’t flattered by the epithet, he had stopped cringing every time he heard it. On the other hand, Westley and Nigel were considering having t-shirts made. “How much longer do you guys have to work in the office?” Westley asked. “I don’t know. I guess until Dad says so,” Nyx said, knowing that his father and the vice-principal Mr. Stanton had cooked this up together. “Ugh… who knows how long that could be,” bemoaned Westley. “Stop whining Westley,” criticized Nigel. “You sound too much like Luke Skywalker… whine… whine… whine.” “Luke was a Jedi Master!” exclaimed Westley, defensively. “He’s no whiner!” Strange. Westley’s not offended by being called a whiner, thought Nyx as he shook his head in disbelief. Luke Skywalker being called a whiner, though, offends him. “But I was going into Toschi station to pick up some power converters,” quoted Nigel in the whiniest voice he could muster. “Uncle Owen, this R2 unit has a bad motivator!” “Stop it!” Westley insisted. “It just isn’t fair. Oh Briggs is right. I’m never going to get out of here,” continued Nigel, undeterred. “That little droid is going to cause me a lot of trouble.” “Nyx, make him stop!” Westley said firmly and full of insistence. “That’s enough, Nigel,” said Nyx. If I had a dime for every time I… Nyx was unable to complete his thought as Nigel interrupted his train of thought.