FESTERING APATHY~!
TV: Pardon me, it’s been a while since I’ve done this. Let’s see. What did I forget? A scene? Or something? Arrgh. Women? Yep. Forget them too. Man, it’s been a while. Coming here feels like hopping into a car that you just bought USED!
TV: The HORROR!
TV: Anyhow, Studs, you are so incredibly dead. I may be the greatest sports entertainer to ever live, but I’ll be honest, those smilies scare me. Did you SEE what they did to those little girls. Man. I’m getting me some backup. No offense, Seth.
TV: Those guys are looking to put you on the injury list, PERMANENTLY. I think me and Seth need to start looking for a backup plan. Just in case. I wonder what Pete Trabel’s number is? Or maybe even that Dustbuster Boy. He’s the Next Big Thingee, you know?
TV: Seth and I have kept the iAd going. Studs, you’ve got to cross the mine field known as Festering Death. Me? I’ve got to go get us some backup. Where is Death’s phone number.
TV: And don’t worry, Studs, me and Seth will take care of your girls for you. You can leave them to us in your will. Not that I have ANY doubts that you can beat up two smileys.
TV: BOB. This place just keeps sucking me back in. Usually after I’ve had too much to drink. I wonder if that has something symbolic in it…ah well. Mwahahaha. Spacefuck…that WAS pretty good. Maybe I could be Spacedrunk. Seth could be Spacegoth. Let’s see what that would look like…
=:) = Trey Vincent, or Spacedrunk…
=:( = Seth Harker, or Spacegoth…
=:): GOD DAMN AM I SOBER. I NEED TO GET DRUNKER! LET’S GO TO THE BAR, SETH.
=:(: I DUNNO, TREY.
=:): BUT STEVE STUDNUTS WILL BE THERE! WE CAN BE COOL AND NOT MAKE FUN OF FESTERING DEATH AND DO IMPORTANT THINGS, LIKE NOT GETTING KILLED AND GETTING LAID, PAID AND MADE!
=:(: THAT’S EVOLUTION!
=:):INDEED IT IS! LET’S EVOLVE DOWN SOME CHICK’S THROAT!
=:(: WHY ARE YOU AFRAID OF FESTERING DEATH!
=:): YOU KNOW HOW SOME PEOPLE PROMISE TO KICK YOUR ASS? WELL THEY PROMISE TO RAPE YOUR ASS. AND STAB YOU. AND HELLO, THEY ACTUALLY DO RAPE PEOPLE’S ASSES.
=:(: WE COULD ALWAYS NO-SELL. WE’VE GOT THAT DOWN TO AN ARTFORM.
=:): SO…IF WE NO-SELL ON THE LITTLE PISSED OFF SMILEYS, WE COULD BASICALLY USE THEM LIKE OUR BITCH. LIKE HOW TRIPLE-H USES JERICHO AS HIS?
=:(: EXACTLY.
=:): GUESS I OWE YOU A BEER.
=:(: YOU REMEMBER THAT CLASSIC SONG DON’T FEAR THE REAPER. WELL, IF WE GET DEATH ON OUR SIDE, THEN WE WON’T HAVE TO FEAR THE RAPER.
=:): WOW, THAT WAS ALMOST A JOKE, SPACEGOTH. YOU’VE COME ALONG WAY SINCE KNOWING ME. NOW LET’S GO DO SOME FUN NAUGHTY THINGS TO SOME WOMEN WITH SPACEFUCK. WE ARE FESTERING APATHY! RUAHH~! FEAR US, CUZ WE DON’T FEAR THE RAPERS.
[Fade...I guess?]