You close the door and Jordan looks at you funny as if he doesn't know whether to be scared or not.
"So, bro, what does it..." Jordan starts to say but you turn around and swing the rapier at his neck before he could finish his thought. He blinks and laughs a little as it passes through tickling his neck.
"Nothing happened," he smirked. Jordan stepped forward but as he did he felt his head start to slide.
"What? What the hell?!" His large hands reached up as if to grab his head before it started to roll. It was too late by the time his hands got to his neck his head had already slipped between his arms.
Thump...thump...his head rolled on the floor in a state of shock. His body still standing upright cringing with every "thump."
"What the hell bro?" He started to yell as his head stopped rolling on the floor landing against your dirty laundry pile. His body pointed it's finger at you sternly. You look at the two parts in joy but also curious to know what he's thinking.
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