Post by "The Wolf" Conrad Howell on Oct 27, 2006 8:49:36 GMT -5
(Conrad draws back on a bow and gets ready to shoot his target. As he is letting go a gun shot goes of and he hit the
tree next to the target as a bullet hole forms in just off center in the target next to it.)
Conrad: What the Fu…
Chad: I know you hate guns, but this will let you blow off some steam.
(Conrad takes the gun and shoots the target a few time, each shot getting closer to the center.)
Conrad: Ok, go get better targets.
(A few moments later the guys have set up a few targets out back of the slaughter lamb. And Chad, Conrad and Kenn Peterdon are shooting at.)
Conrad: (turns to the camera) This is not a good time, come back later…
[glow=red,2,300]ONE HOUR LATER[/glow]
(The three are partying hard. There's a pizza surrounded by Guinness cans as they whoop it up, sitting at the round table. Kenn is wearing the Seth mask that they had lying around. They're all drunk. The house cat is lounging on the table comfortably.)
Kenn: You fuckin' guys. You really want me to be your lawyer full time.
Chad: Yeah, it will make everything look official.
Kenn: (Taking off the Seth mask) What are you serious?
Conrad: Yeah, your other boss isn't doing shit for ya. So why not work for us?
Chad: "Climb the corporate ladder, boy." Shit we know that not you. That and if things don't go well against Skyler Striker, Davey Ortega, AJ "I ain't got no Style" Storm and Neo this Sunday we put the plain into effect.
Conrad: Damn it we face the WCF Incompetent League of Jobbers: Strike force.
Kenn: Fuck it! I'm doing it. I deserve it. I've been working for those fat bastards since I was in high school.
(Chad and Conrad nod in agreement.)
Kenn: (working into a frenzy) Hey, they can suck my pathetic little dick. And I'll dip my nuts in marinara just so the fat fucks can get a taste of home while they're at it. I'm your guys new lawyer full time. That's it, it's done.
(Kenn slams his fist down on the table next to Chad's gun. The gun goes off with a bang! and blows the lounging cat right off the table. A softball-sized hole is blasted in the wall as a large splatter of blood sprays the area surrounding the hole. Everyone is in shock for a second. )
Chad: I can't fuckin' believe that just happened!
tree next to the target as a bullet hole forms in just off center in the target next to it.)
Conrad: What the Fu…
Chad: I know you hate guns, but this will let you blow off some steam.
(Conrad takes the gun and shoots the target a few time, each shot getting closer to the center.)
Conrad: Ok, go get better targets.
(A few moments later the guys have set up a few targets out back of the slaughter lamb. And Chad, Conrad and Kenn Peterdon are shooting at.)
Conrad: (turns to the camera) This is not a good time, come back later…
[glow=red,2,300]ONE HOUR LATER[/glow]
(The three are partying hard. There's a pizza surrounded by Guinness cans as they whoop it up, sitting at the round table. Kenn is wearing the Seth mask that they had lying around. They're all drunk. The house cat is lounging on the table comfortably.)
Kenn: You fuckin' guys. You really want me to be your lawyer full time.
Chad: Yeah, it will make everything look official.
Kenn: (Taking off the Seth mask) What are you serious?
Conrad: Yeah, your other boss isn't doing shit for ya. So why not work for us?
Chad: "Climb the corporate ladder, boy." Shit we know that not you. That and if things don't go well against Skyler Striker, Davey Ortega, AJ "I ain't got no Style" Storm and Neo this Sunday we put the plain into effect.
Conrad: Damn it we face the WCF Incompetent League of Jobbers: Strike force.
Kenn: Fuck it! I'm doing it. I deserve it. I've been working for those fat bastards since I was in high school.
(Chad and Conrad nod in agreement.)
Kenn: (working into a frenzy) Hey, they can suck my pathetic little dick. And I'll dip my nuts in marinara just so the fat fucks can get a taste of home while they're at it. I'm your guys new lawyer full time. That's it, it's done.
(Kenn slams his fist down on the table next to Chad's gun. The gun goes off with a bang! and blows the lounging cat right off the table. A softball-sized hole is blasted in the wall as a large splatter of blood sprays the area surrounding the hole. Everyone is in shock for a second. )
Chad: I can't fuckin' believe that just happened!
