Post by Dake Ken on Sept 21, 2006 23:02:03 GMT -5
*The shot opens up with Dake Ken standing behind a register. He has on a blue smock, and a name tag that is red, blue and white. His name is displayed in blue letters, all in caps in the white area. Dake stands there. A retarded smile on his face. His teeth showing. His head slightly cocked to one side. His stupid grin, almost that of someone who is out of there mind. The store that Dake is working in, is very nice. The store has very earth toned colors. Not something you would expect to see everyday from a retail store. There are many people walking around, they have their carts filled with all sorts of goodies, fresh bread and cookies from the bakery, meat from the deli, clothes and such, over the counter drugs, seasonal decorations. All the types of things you would expect to find in the local superstore. Dake is standing on a short line. One of those "Twenty Items or Less" lines. He is at the far end of the store with the groceries. His register is very dirty. Many overweight people pass by and slightly look, hoping and praying for that eye contact that almost gives them reason to break the rules and come through the twenty items of less line, because god forbid that they have to walk five more steps and wait ten more minutes in a long line. God forbid that fact. Dake just stands there staring off into space smiling. He is slightly humming a tune to himself. It is almost too faint to be heard, but it has some type of hook that seems very ... familiar. One would be able to pick up on it if they tried hard enough.
There is a person who decides to see if Dake will check them out. The lady that walks up is very overweight. Her fat makes a type of odd formation at her gut. Her clothes, which are loose, do nothing to hide this. They don't do anything to hide it at all. It's very easy to see the rolls of fat under her arms. Her arms look almost unhuman. Her pink tablecloth of a shirt hangs over her body. Her pants come up past her belly button ... trying to supress her large stomach which sticks out far more than normal. Her hair is blond and curly, she has it up in a type of clip. She has annoyingly red lipstick on. Her fingernails are long and red and fake. She is hard to thought of as a human, because her appearance is more ... alien in nature. There is nothing normal or good about her. She starts to unload her basket load of sweets onto Dake's short table ... she has far more than twenty items.
Dake turns to the large lady, still having that goofy smile on his face. He leans onto the area where she is setting her items. He looks up on her, his face supported by his hands. He slightly chuckles.*
Dake: I'm sorry you stupid fat bitch, but you see, well, I geuss I can't hold this against you as the large amount of fat on your body has seemed to leave any type of brain function useless. Anyways, my point ... yes. I'm sorry you dumb whore, but you have far more than twenty items, which is stated ever so clearly by this large sign that is written in both English, and Spanish for those who can not read english, but seem to live in this country nonetheless. Also ...
You might want to rethink what foods you are getting. You should stop shoving things that are high in sucrose down that disgusting gorge you call a mouth. You see these donuts here. They are coated in chocolate. You might want to try something else ... like ... well in your case nothing ... You should honestly just replace all this food with some situps and some running ... maybe you could save your own dumb ass from an early death.
Lady: How ... wha ... I ... What is your problem!?
Dake: Problem?!
*Dake looks perplexed*
Dake: Problem. I have no problem. I'm simply stating the truth of the matter. You see, I madame, see the world from a different light than anyone else, I know what I speak of when I talk. I am quite intelligent and I like to say things that make people feel uncomfortable. Basically I'm ...
Lady: INSANE!
Dake: CORRECT! You hit the nail on the head, pinned the tail to the donkey ... swallowed the leader ... you are correct, I, you see, am quite insane, out of my mind, however ... the fact that I'm out of my mind actually means that I am very much in my mind ... I know your mind can't grasp the fact my mind is much more advanced than your mind, but you see, now don't mind me here, but my mind is just far beyond anyone else's mind on this planet. Now don't mind me when I say this, but in all actuality, I just like to use simple things to confuse people, minding my plans that I have in order, I am a king at getting people to think that I'm something great and something new by doing things that people have seen over and over again, yet I think I'm something special and willdo anything to prove that I am special and that I'm not just doing things that people have seen many times, now mind you that ...
Lady: I get it you dumb bastard. You're just an asshole. I'd like to talk to your manager.
Dake: Manager?
Lady: Your boss.
Dake: But aren't we just the boss of ourselves? I mean, who is to say that this ... "manager" as you call him ... or her ... there is nothing stopping a manager from being of the opposite sex, now where was I ... ah yess ... now ... who is to say that just because this person manages the other people up here at the front, what means they manage me. I simply could ... manage myself ... I do. Because I am Jac ... Dake Ken ... sorry excuse me ... you see I seem to think I have multiple personality disorder ... however ... I act as thought I'm a schizophrenic. So ... in all truth I mean no sense at all in the end, I'm just a sad man who does things that are annoying and odd to get noticed.
Lady: I want to speak with your manager now!
*The lady is getting overly frustrated. Her chubby face is turning a steadier red matching the color of lipstick she has on. You can almost sense the steam coming from her ears. She has gotten so enraged at this incident that she has started to slightly shake. Not consciously though. However it is very exaggerated because of her size. Her fat can be seen through her loose dress causing a type of ... ripple effect almost. One shake from her body, in effect, produces many more shakes that almost make it look like she is actually trying to move as much as she can. Great beads of sweat have started to form on the top of her brow and are making her make up smear and drip down. Some of her blue mascara is starting to drip down her cheek. She realizes this and rubs it with her hands ... only smearing it all over her face. She is becoming slightly enraged.
People have started to gather around. Looking at what is going on. They are almost shocked about what events are happening. They haven't seen anything like this before. This crazy man who is just doing whatever he wants, and making so many odd claims. Nothing adds up for these people. It all just seems ... well it all just seems stupid. This man is just rude. Mothers are taking their children and walking away covering their ears and eyes tyring to keep them from hearing or even seeing the man behind the register that is being so rude to this large lady. Who knows, many all the other large people that have grouped like a pack of animals that are there to protect it's fellow ... large person ... they are like brethren in a way. They all have one same concept ... they are horribly ... disgustingly fat.
A man walks up in a button up shirt. He has one of those name tags we saw Dake wearing. In the white the name "CHRIS" in displayed. Under his name tag another thing is attached, it reads "Store Mgr." He walks up to the scene trying to regain order. He has no real clue of what is happening.*
Chris: EXCUSE ME ... EXCUSE ME. ... What is the problem here.
Dake: Problem ... what problem. Well. I'm sure it's nothing that the mighty ...
*Dake squints his eyes to read Chris's title.*
Dake: Nothing the mighty Storemgr can't fi ... what the fuck is a Storemgr?
Chris: Excuse me ... I am your boss, and I can fire you if I'd like.
Dake: What ... you would set me on fire, sir that is a threat. You have no position to threaten me with physical harm. For this I feel I should sue you ... however ... that would be what someone else would do ... it would make no proper sense in the long run ... yes you have only shown me what this world is all about ... however, I already knew that ... like I said ... so since you have helped me ... even though I already knew
*Dake pasues and makes sure that everyone knows ... that he already knew.*
Dake: Since I already knew but you helped me, mind you the fact that I already knew, but nonetheless ... I would like to give you a gift! If you don't like it you could always give it to fat idiot over here ... .her powder puff mouth could love to consume it if you find it not to your liking ... mind you.
*Dake reaches under his register and pulls out a dead cat. Everyone in the store freaks out. People are running around and screaming ... everything is chaos. Yet Dake just stands there holding the dead cat. He hands it to Chris who is in utter shock, seeing his store go up in flames before his eyes. Yet Dake just stands there smiling. His head cocked to the side. He then looks at his wrist that has no watch on it.*
Dake: Oh look ... time for me to go home ... have a good day everyone.
*Dake walks out form behind his register. He walks out of the shot ... after a moment though he darts back in.*
Dake: Whoops ... forgot to sign out ... wouldn't want anyone trying to use my numbers!
*Dake signs our with a few keystrokes and walks out of the shot ... it slowly fades to black with chaos in the store.*
There is a person who decides to see if Dake will check them out. The lady that walks up is very overweight. Her fat makes a type of odd formation at her gut. Her clothes, which are loose, do nothing to hide this. They don't do anything to hide it at all. It's very easy to see the rolls of fat under her arms. Her arms look almost unhuman. Her pink tablecloth of a shirt hangs over her body. Her pants come up past her belly button ... trying to supress her large stomach which sticks out far more than normal. Her hair is blond and curly, she has it up in a type of clip. She has annoyingly red lipstick on. Her fingernails are long and red and fake. She is hard to thought of as a human, because her appearance is more ... alien in nature. There is nothing normal or good about her. She starts to unload her basket load of sweets onto Dake's short table ... she has far more than twenty items.
Dake turns to the large lady, still having that goofy smile on his face. He leans onto the area where she is setting her items. He looks up on her, his face supported by his hands. He slightly chuckles.*
Dake: I'm sorry you stupid fat bitch, but you see, well, I geuss I can't hold this against you as the large amount of fat on your body has seemed to leave any type of brain function useless. Anyways, my point ... yes. I'm sorry you dumb whore, but you have far more than twenty items, which is stated ever so clearly by this large sign that is written in both English, and Spanish for those who can not read english, but seem to live in this country nonetheless. Also ...
You might want to rethink what foods you are getting. You should stop shoving things that are high in sucrose down that disgusting gorge you call a mouth. You see these donuts here. They are coated in chocolate. You might want to try something else ... like ... well in your case nothing ... You should honestly just replace all this food with some situps and some running ... maybe you could save your own dumb ass from an early death.
Lady: How ... wha ... I ... What is your problem!?
Dake: Problem?!
*Dake looks perplexed*
Dake: Problem. I have no problem. I'm simply stating the truth of the matter. You see, I madame, see the world from a different light than anyone else, I know what I speak of when I talk. I am quite intelligent and I like to say things that make people feel uncomfortable. Basically I'm ...
Lady: INSANE!
Dake: CORRECT! You hit the nail on the head, pinned the tail to the donkey ... swallowed the leader ... you are correct, I, you see, am quite insane, out of my mind, however ... the fact that I'm out of my mind actually means that I am very much in my mind ... I know your mind can't grasp the fact my mind is much more advanced than your mind, but you see, now don't mind me here, but my mind is just far beyond anyone else's mind on this planet. Now don't mind me when I say this, but in all actuality, I just like to use simple things to confuse people, minding my plans that I have in order, I am a king at getting people to think that I'm something great and something new by doing things that people have seen over and over again, yet I think I'm something special and willdo anything to prove that I am special and that I'm not just doing things that people have seen many times, now mind you that ...
Lady: I get it you dumb bastard. You're just an asshole. I'd like to talk to your manager.
Dake: Manager?
Lady: Your boss.
Dake: But aren't we just the boss of ourselves? I mean, who is to say that this ... "manager" as you call him ... or her ... there is nothing stopping a manager from being of the opposite sex, now where was I ... ah yess ... now ... who is to say that just because this person manages the other people up here at the front, what means they manage me. I simply could ... manage myself ... I do. Because I am Jac ... Dake Ken ... sorry excuse me ... you see I seem to think I have multiple personality disorder ... however ... I act as thought I'm a schizophrenic. So ... in all truth I mean no sense at all in the end, I'm just a sad man who does things that are annoying and odd to get noticed.
Lady: I want to speak with your manager now!
*The lady is getting overly frustrated. Her chubby face is turning a steadier red matching the color of lipstick she has on. You can almost sense the steam coming from her ears. She has gotten so enraged at this incident that she has started to slightly shake. Not consciously though. However it is very exaggerated because of her size. Her fat can be seen through her loose dress causing a type of ... ripple effect almost. One shake from her body, in effect, produces many more shakes that almost make it look like she is actually trying to move as much as she can. Great beads of sweat have started to form on the top of her brow and are making her make up smear and drip down. Some of her blue mascara is starting to drip down her cheek. She realizes this and rubs it with her hands ... only smearing it all over her face. She is becoming slightly enraged.
People have started to gather around. Looking at what is going on. They are almost shocked about what events are happening. They haven't seen anything like this before. This crazy man who is just doing whatever he wants, and making so many odd claims. Nothing adds up for these people. It all just seems ... well it all just seems stupid. This man is just rude. Mothers are taking their children and walking away covering their ears and eyes tyring to keep them from hearing or even seeing the man behind the register that is being so rude to this large lady. Who knows, many all the other large people that have grouped like a pack of animals that are there to protect it's fellow ... large person ... they are like brethren in a way. They all have one same concept ... they are horribly ... disgustingly fat.
A man walks up in a button up shirt. He has one of those name tags we saw Dake wearing. In the white the name "CHRIS" in displayed. Under his name tag another thing is attached, it reads "Store Mgr." He walks up to the scene trying to regain order. He has no real clue of what is happening.*
Chris: EXCUSE ME ... EXCUSE ME. ... What is the problem here.
Dake: Problem ... what problem. Well. I'm sure it's nothing that the mighty ...
*Dake squints his eyes to read Chris's title.*
Dake: Nothing the mighty Storemgr can't fi ... what the fuck is a Storemgr?
Chris: Excuse me ... I am your boss, and I can fire you if I'd like.
Dake: What ... you would set me on fire, sir that is a threat. You have no position to threaten me with physical harm. For this I feel I should sue you ... however ... that would be what someone else would do ... it would make no proper sense in the long run ... yes you have only shown me what this world is all about ... however, I already knew that ... like I said ... so since you have helped me ... even though I already knew
*Dake pasues and makes sure that everyone knows ... that he already knew.*
Dake: Since I already knew but you helped me, mind you the fact that I already knew, but nonetheless ... I would like to give you a gift! If you don't like it you could always give it to fat idiot over here ... .her powder puff mouth could love to consume it if you find it not to your liking ... mind you.
*Dake reaches under his register and pulls out a dead cat. Everyone in the store freaks out. People are running around and screaming ... everything is chaos. Yet Dake just stands there holding the dead cat. He hands it to Chris who is in utter shock, seeing his store go up in flames before his eyes. Yet Dake just stands there smiling. His head cocked to the side. He then looks at his wrist that has no watch on it.*
Dake: Oh look ... time for me to go home ... have a good day everyone.
*Dake walks out form behind his register. He walks out of the shot ... after a moment though he darts back in.*
Dake: Whoops ... forgot to sign out ... wouldn't want anyone trying to use my numbers!
*Dake signs our with a few keystrokes and walks out of the shot ... it slowly fades to black with chaos in the store.*
