Post by xxcynicxx on Oct 26, 2010 16:32:53 GMT -5
“..and for my last trick, kiddies, how about I go out with a BANG!!!”
Chucks pulls out long metal rod from his extremely large clown overalls. As he finishes his sentence, the top bursts into flames, and he sticks it down his throat. The children look on in amazement as he pulls it back out, top still flaming. They all jump to their feet, squealing and clapping as he finishes the show.
It’s a warm, sunny day in suburban America. Carl Gross, road agent for UGWC, has thrown his 5 year old daughter Mattie a glorious birthday party. This festival has everything a young child could want: cake, presents, inflatable playgrounds, and of course, a clown.
“Great show, Chucks,” Carl comments. “Come over here, I want you to meet someone.”
Chucks begrudgingly finishes his clean up and starts towards Carl. Next to him stands a tall, blonde mountain of a young man. Chucks looks up with disgust as Carl begins the intro.
“Chucks, this is Matt Johnson. He’s a new talent I just discovered for the Fed. Gonna start him to work this week.”
Carl beams with pride as Matt offers his hand to the forlorn performer. Chucks hesitates, and returns with a half-hearted, half-gripping shake. He lets go quickly and turns to Carl.
“Look, I gotta get goin’, long trip ahead. Can I get my dough and scat? I’m sure you can’t wait to play with your jacked-up Ken doll here.”
“Oh, right!” Carl says, ignoring the sarcasm. “Here you go. Forty bucks.”
Chucks stands in amazement.
“Forty bucks?!?! Are you freekin’ kiddin me? I lugged this crap all the way from Atlanta! And I gotta get back there tonight! Forty freekin’ dollars won’t get me to the damn Chevron!!”
Carl gasps, taking a step back. Before he can collect his thoughts, Matt steps in, taking the opportunity to impress his new boss.
“Hey man, why don’t you just rela….”
“Why don’t YOOOOU…..go find a toilet to bury your face in till the BUBBLES STOP?!?!” Chucks interrupts.
Angrily, Matt immediate takes a swing. Chucks ducks, shoulder-blocking Matt backwards into the dessert table. Chucks immediately gets to his feet. He braces himself for round two, but Matt doesn’t move. Carl stands by astonished.
“Wow! That was……was…..hey, how would you like a full-time gig? In Wrestling? No more stupid one-show jobs, just you and a guaranteed contract? What ya say?”
Carl sticks out his hand as Chucks takes it all in. He turns to notice the children running and screaming wildly, reeling from the random violence they just witnessed. Out of the corner of his eye, Chucks notices one boy staring at him blankly, jaw to his kness.
“BUGGA-BUGGA-BUGGA-BOO!!” Chucks responds, waving his arms wildly. Immediately, the little boy joins the others in running and screaming for his life. Oddly, this random scene convinced Chucks bringing torture to others is great way to make a living.
“You got a deal,” Chucks said.
Carl smiles as the two shake hands.
“Now, what are we going to call you?” asks Carl. “You’re a clown, but very sarcastic. Sarcastic. Yes, very cynical. Quite the……..Cynic.”
Chucks flashes a devilish smile as the scene fades
Chucks pulls out long metal rod from his extremely large clown overalls. As he finishes his sentence, the top bursts into flames, and he sticks it down his throat. The children look on in amazement as he pulls it back out, top still flaming. They all jump to their feet, squealing and clapping as he finishes the show.
It’s a warm, sunny day in suburban America. Carl Gross, road agent for UGWC, has thrown his 5 year old daughter Mattie a glorious birthday party. This festival has everything a young child could want: cake, presents, inflatable playgrounds, and of course, a clown.
“Great show, Chucks,” Carl comments. “Come over here, I want you to meet someone.”
Chucks begrudgingly finishes his clean up and starts towards Carl. Next to him stands a tall, blonde mountain of a young man. Chucks looks up with disgust as Carl begins the intro.
“Chucks, this is Matt Johnson. He’s a new talent I just discovered for the Fed. Gonna start him to work this week.”
Carl beams with pride as Matt offers his hand to the forlorn performer. Chucks hesitates, and returns with a half-hearted, half-gripping shake. He lets go quickly and turns to Carl.
“Look, I gotta get goin’, long trip ahead. Can I get my dough and scat? I’m sure you can’t wait to play with your jacked-up Ken doll here.”
“Oh, right!” Carl says, ignoring the sarcasm. “Here you go. Forty bucks.”
Chucks stands in amazement.
“Forty bucks?!?! Are you freekin’ kiddin me? I lugged this crap all the way from Atlanta! And I gotta get back there tonight! Forty freekin’ dollars won’t get me to the damn Chevron!!”
Carl gasps, taking a step back. Before he can collect his thoughts, Matt steps in, taking the opportunity to impress his new boss.
“Hey man, why don’t you just rela….”
“Why don’t YOOOOU…..go find a toilet to bury your face in till the BUBBLES STOP?!?!” Chucks interrupts.
Angrily, Matt immediate takes a swing. Chucks ducks, shoulder-blocking Matt backwards into the dessert table. Chucks immediately gets to his feet. He braces himself for round two, but Matt doesn’t move. Carl stands by astonished.
“Wow! That was……was…..hey, how would you like a full-time gig? In Wrestling? No more stupid one-show jobs, just you and a guaranteed contract? What ya say?”
Carl sticks out his hand as Chucks takes it all in. He turns to notice the children running and screaming wildly, reeling from the random violence they just witnessed. Out of the corner of his eye, Chucks notices one boy staring at him blankly, jaw to his kness.
“BUGGA-BUGGA-BUGGA-BOO!!” Chucks responds, waving his arms wildly. Immediately, the little boy joins the others in running and screaming for his life. Oddly, this random scene convinced Chucks bringing torture to others is great way to make a living.
“You got a deal,” Chucks said.
Carl smiles as the two shake hands.
“Now, what are we going to call you?” asks Carl. “You’re a clown, but very sarcastic. Sarcastic. Yes, very cynical. Quite the……..Cynic.”
Chucks flashes a devilish smile as the scene fades
