Page 72 of Eco-Activist's Mountain Men
"Strong," Luke says.
"Man?" Eric tries.
"Muscle idiot?" I suggest, raising an eyebrow.
Jack points at Luke again and nods like he's close. Then he punches the air and mimes a fake explosion sound, but uses his mouth.
"Hey!" Luna shouts. "NO NOISES!"
Jack throws his hands up. "Sorry, sorry."
He mimes a mustache. Then flips an invisible cape. Then points to his head and makes jazz hands.
Eric squints. "Magician? Wizard? He-Man?"
Luna groans. "That's not even three words!"
"The A-Team," Jack finally whispers under his breath when no one gets it.
"Sorry. I can't mime B.A. Baracus. I guess it's harder than it looks."
"You're lucky you're hot," Luna mutters. "'Cos you ain't got imagination worth a fart."
Eric steps up next, pushing up his imaginary sleeves like he's going into battle. "Okay. You ready?"
He holds up four fingers. "TV show."
Then he just… stands there.
And stares at us.
Nothing happens.
Luna frowns. "You gonna start, or just use The Force on us?"
Eric waves his arms vaguely like a snake, then points to the ceiling.
"Tornado!"
"Aliens!"
"Acupuncture!"
He mimes flying. Then dancing. Then what might be… someone opening a fridge?
"Is it Stranger Things?" I try.
"No," Eric says, flustered.
"NO TALKING!" Luna yells.
Eric throws his hands up and collapses onto the bench. "It was Dancing with the Stars."
"You should be banned," I say. "Forever."
Luna points to me. "Okay, smartass. Let's see what you've got."
I crack my knuckles and step into the center.
