Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 26, 2009 0:05:03 GMT -5
(The scene opens to Travis and Mary-Joanna Roberts inside BoolZ’s make shift dressing room post Sentinel.)
Travis; “Listen you conniving harpy. All the Blessed One, not that the Headliner has to explain himself, is saying that in the future you should not hold secrets from your allies. The TWiSTeD Icon understands such a concept is entirely foreign to a succubus such as you however.”
(Before MJ can retort RBI enters rubbing his head from the pistol whip.)
BoolZ; “Whoa, look at this pairing.”
(Grabs a plastic bag of Red Bull cans.)
BoolZ; “Way to lose, champ. You wanted in, congratulations. You’re in.”
(Turning to MJ.)
BoolZ; “And you. Here on out you get something cooking like that you had better tell me before hand.”
(The scene fades as BoolZ leaves before either can respond leaving MJ smirking at a sore Headliner. We fade back in to BoolZ walking away from the Brazilian Quick Stop with the Chihuahua in tow.)
BoolZ; “Listen I get it. You’ve got abandonment issues because your previous owner decided you were worthless. Probably some women with her intuition.”
(The Chihuahua’s scampering legs have a hard time matching BoolZ’s pace.)
BoolZ; “I mean you probably crapped little raisin sized turds all over the house just to torment some hated authority figure. He was more than likely banging your old handler. They were at least in cahoots.”
(The Chihuahua breaks into a slow jog finally halting the ground she had been losing.)
BoolZ; “You probably tore up some papers or cardboard in some stupid ass attempt to get noticed and receive any kind of attention.”
(The Chihuahua pants and scurries just behind RBI.)
BoolZ; “I’m thinking you even tried singling out her boyfriend just to make her quit. You’d even consider that a win, huh? Something to be proud of?”
(The Chihuahua is struggling, slouching, and slobbering.)
BoolZ; “Hell I’d bet that to this day you somehow got that authority figure to think he needs you. Like some kind of codependent loser society with you both missing your owners. That’s gotta make for some wacky slightly repetitive gags, huh?”
(The Chihuahua mercifully finds BoolZ stopped and facing her. She sits exhausted.)
BoolZ; “What? This all you got? Listen what more convincing do you need? I’m a marathon man, pup. I don’t have time to deal with little annoyances like you. Probably even yelp instead of bark. Nip instead of bite. Tinkle instead of mark your territory. You’d just slow me down. You’re not much more than a distraction and I gotta stay focused for simply bigger and better things…”
Female; “Oh, is that your puppy!?!”
(The strong Brazilian accent rings out alerting RBI to the bikini clad native goddess approaching.)
BoolZ; “How ‘bout that? You do have use! Seems like you can help me humiliate and ploy through some chicken head bird brains.”
(The scene fades with the dark skinned buxom women kneeling in front of the Red Bull Icon petting the Chihuahua. When it comes back we’re focused on the most beautiful sunset we’ve ever seen. Only second to the sight of Grace Harding sitting on an old comfy blanket in the sand or Maddy Misajon perched atop an old wooden picnic table. A sugar coated churro enters view causing Grace and ourselves to look up seeing BoolZ and his new Chihuahua. The sight doesn’t stop Grace from taking her first bite.)
Grace; “You’re keeping it?”
BoolZ; “Yup, this is my new puppy. Her name is Caliente, and she’s my bitch.”
Grace; “You do know they speak Portuguese and not Spanish in Brazil? I think ‘ardente’ would be more appropriate.”
BoolZ; “Yeah but then I can introduce Hastings to my new bitch, Cal.”
Grace; “Oh. Good churro. Delicious.”
(The scene end as BoolZ, Grace, and Cal finish watching the sun dip below the horizon.)
Travis; “Listen you conniving harpy. All the Blessed One, not that the Headliner has to explain himself, is saying that in the future you should not hold secrets from your allies. The TWiSTeD Icon understands such a concept is entirely foreign to a succubus such as you however.”
(Before MJ can retort RBI enters rubbing his head from the pistol whip.)
BoolZ; “Whoa, look at this pairing.”
(Grabs a plastic bag of Red Bull cans.)
BoolZ; “Way to lose, champ. You wanted in, congratulations. You’re in.”
(Turning to MJ.)
BoolZ; “And you. Here on out you get something cooking like that you had better tell me before hand.”
(The scene fades as BoolZ leaves before either can respond leaving MJ smirking at a sore Headliner. We fade back in to BoolZ walking away from the Brazilian Quick Stop with the Chihuahua in tow.)
BoolZ; “Listen I get it. You’ve got abandonment issues because your previous owner decided you were worthless. Probably some women with her intuition.”
(The Chihuahua’s scampering legs have a hard time matching BoolZ’s pace.)
BoolZ; “I mean you probably crapped little raisin sized turds all over the house just to torment some hated authority figure. He was more than likely banging your old handler. They were at least in cahoots.”
(The Chihuahua breaks into a slow jog finally halting the ground she had been losing.)
BoolZ; “You probably tore up some papers or cardboard in some stupid ass attempt to get noticed and receive any kind of attention.”
(The Chihuahua pants and scurries just behind RBI.)
BoolZ; “I’m thinking you even tried singling out her boyfriend just to make her quit. You’d even consider that a win, huh? Something to be proud of?”
(The Chihuahua is struggling, slouching, and slobbering.)
BoolZ; “Hell I’d bet that to this day you somehow got that authority figure to think he needs you. Like some kind of codependent loser society with you both missing your owners. That’s gotta make for some wacky slightly repetitive gags, huh?”
(The Chihuahua mercifully finds BoolZ stopped and facing her. She sits exhausted.)
BoolZ; “What? This all you got? Listen what more convincing do you need? I’m a marathon man, pup. I don’t have time to deal with little annoyances like you. Probably even yelp instead of bark. Nip instead of bite. Tinkle instead of mark your territory. You’d just slow me down. You’re not much more than a distraction and I gotta stay focused for simply bigger and better things…”
Female; “Oh, is that your puppy!?!”
(The strong Brazilian accent rings out alerting RBI to the bikini clad native goddess approaching.)
BoolZ; “How ‘bout that? You do have use! Seems like you can help me humiliate and ploy through some chicken head bird brains.”
(The scene fades with the dark skinned buxom women kneeling in front of the Red Bull Icon petting the Chihuahua. When it comes back we’re focused on the most beautiful sunset we’ve ever seen. Only second to the sight of Grace Harding sitting on an old comfy blanket in the sand or Maddy Misajon perched atop an old wooden picnic table. A sugar coated churro enters view causing Grace and ourselves to look up seeing BoolZ and his new Chihuahua. The sight doesn’t stop Grace from taking her first bite.)
Grace; “You’re keeping it?”
BoolZ; “Yup, this is my new puppy. Her name is Caliente, and she’s my bitch.”
Grace; “You do know they speak Portuguese and not Spanish in Brazil? I think ‘ardente’ would be more appropriate.”
BoolZ; “Yeah but then I can introduce Hastings to my new bitch, Cal.”
Grace; “Oh. Good churro. Delicious.”
(The scene end as BoolZ, Grace, and Cal finish watching the sun dip below the horizon.)
