I was starting to get even more annoyed with this elf witch, if that was even possible.<strong>"What happened at the tavern wasn't my fault. Also if it were for you I wouldn't be in this world at all!"</strong>I had been pushing the bike for some time now and have worked up quite a sweat. It would be something that bothered most people, but all the time I spent riding in the desert highways of the states had left me pretty heat resistant.<br/><br/>Only when the stupid elf mention that she could just fucking up and make gas did I get pissed off. Stopping in my tracks I kick out the kick stand and set the bike down. Stomping over to that pretty elf moron I reach up and grab the collar of her outfit.<strong>"If you could just make more fuel why the fuck did you just let me push it!"</strong>I was glaring at her as sweat dripped down my brow, my shirt soaked all the way through.