Post by brotherhood on Sept 1, 2006 4:16:18 GMT -5
*The scenery opens up to a Subway. Brotherhood is in line.*
David: I'll have mine on White please.
John: AND I WANT MINE ON WHHEAATTT!
David: Please, John. Don't yell at her.
Girl: It's fine. He must have ADD.
David: I most certainly don't think so, but you could be onto something miss.
John: I KNOW HOW TO ADD! I KNOW HOW TO SPELL TOO! HEY LADY! IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY YOU CAN SAY IT TO MY FOREHEAD!
David: .. sigh.. The term is face. And she doesn't have anything to say to you at all other than the fact that she's going to ask you whats going to be on your sandwhich.
*People in line are noticing John and his high octane demeanor.*
David: I want Pepperjack Cheese with Tomatoes and Mayonaise.
John: I just want Olives.
David: Olives? What the hell John?
John: JUSSSTTT. OLLIVVEESS.
Girl: Okay sir. Olive sandwhich for you, and your sandwhich for you sir.
David: Thank you.
*The woman makes change from the twenty dollar bill handed to her by David. They make their way to some seats in the back. John sits down first, then David.*
David: So, our opponents this week are no slouches.
John: I Know!
David: Well, they're going to be tough. A past World Champion, some Tag Team greats and a guy named Ace.
John: I know!
David: This just isn't some Dreadnok match, John. We need to be focused.
John: I KNOW!
David: I'm just letting you kno...
*John throws his Olive Sandwhich in Davids face.*
John: SHUT YOUR MOUTH WITH ALL THEM QUESTIONS BEFORE I BREAK-A-NECK!!!
David: God damn you John. What is your problem.
John: I'm just kidding. I wouldn't break your neck, nor throw a sandwhich on you.
David: Uhm.. John.. You DID throw a sandwhich on me.
John: Oh yeah.
David:.. sigh..Jesus.
*David wipes himself off with a napkin*
John: They should just rename Sunday Slam to Sunday John Breaks-A-NecK!
David: Whatever, man. I'll be right back.
*He gets up to go to the restroom. John begins to eat the pieces of Olives on the table that went flying from the Sandwhich.*
David: I'll have mine on White please.
John: AND I WANT MINE ON WHHEAATTT!
David: Please, John. Don't yell at her.
Girl: It's fine. He must have ADD.
David: I most certainly don't think so, but you could be onto something miss.
John: I KNOW HOW TO ADD! I KNOW HOW TO SPELL TOO! HEY LADY! IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY YOU CAN SAY IT TO MY FOREHEAD!
David: .. sigh.. The term is face. And she doesn't have anything to say to you at all other than the fact that she's going to ask you whats going to be on your sandwhich.
*People in line are noticing John and his high octane demeanor.*
David: I want Pepperjack Cheese with Tomatoes and Mayonaise.
John: I just want Olives.
David: Olives? What the hell John?
John: JUSSSTTT. OLLIVVEESS.
Girl: Okay sir. Olive sandwhich for you, and your sandwhich for you sir.
David: Thank you.
*The woman makes change from the twenty dollar bill handed to her by David. They make their way to some seats in the back. John sits down first, then David.*
David: So, our opponents this week are no slouches.
John: I Know!
David: Well, they're going to be tough. A past World Champion, some Tag Team greats and a guy named Ace.
John: I know!
David: This just isn't some Dreadnok match, John. We need to be focused.
John: I KNOW!
David: I'm just letting you kno...
*John throws his Olive Sandwhich in Davids face.*
John: SHUT YOUR MOUTH WITH ALL THEM QUESTIONS BEFORE I BREAK-A-NECK!!!
David: God damn you John. What is your problem.
John: I'm just kidding. I wouldn't break your neck, nor throw a sandwhich on you.
David: Uhm.. John.. You DID throw a sandwhich on me.
John: Oh yeah.
David:.. sigh..Jesus.
*David wipes himself off with a napkin*
John: They should just rename Sunday Slam to Sunday John Breaks-A-NecK!
David: Whatever, man. I'll be right back.
*He gets up to go to the restroom. John begins to eat the pieces of Olives on the table that went flying from the Sandwhich.*
