Post by Damian Simmons on Jul 20, 2017 12:46:27 GMT -5
Damian Simmons walks out of the local hospital, pouring water from a water bottle on his burned body. A band of medics followed him, trying to get him back into the building.
Medic: Mr. Simmons please get back inside! You need treatment!
The group stands in Simmons' way, only to get pushed aside as he continues to walk away.
Simmons: It's that damn H.R. Huffingstuff's fault! That whole match was a cluster because of him!
The medics, having not seen the match, had no idea what he was talking about. Not even sure who he was talking about. This caused them to become less determined to stop the big man.
Simmons: Damn lighter fluid. Damn Huffingstuff. Damn Galaxy Note 7. Damn Fruit Ninja!
The medics stand far back from Simmons now, worried that he may be going insane.
Simmons continues to empty the water bottle on his burned body, powering through the pain as much as possible.
Medic: Mr. Simmons, you're covered in third degree burns. You need medical assistance!
Simmons: It's a flesh wound!
The medics finally stop following, resigned to the fact Simmons won't be coming back.
Medic 1: Who the hell is H. R. Huffingstuff?
Medic 2: No clue.
Still lightheaded from the gas fumes and smoke, Simmons was just just rambling at this point.
Simmons: Huffingstuff... Hufflepuff... Puff the Magic Dragon... American Dragon Jake Long... Kyle Long... Jay Cutler... Clay Matthews... Aaron Rodgers... Rodgers is cool. I like Rodgers.
Damian then went on to ramble on about Aaron Rodgers until he was about half way home, he then went on to spout out nonsense about Mr. Rodgers, completing the circle, from children show star to children show star.
At this point, Simmons had forgotten about his injuries, too focused on his fleeting string of thoughts and random names. Once he got home, he went to bed. Ignoring his girlfriend's "advancements" towards him. Proving just how delirious he really was.
Medic: Mr. Simmons please get back inside! You need treatment!
The group stands in Simmons' way, only to get pushed aside as he continues to walk away.
Simmons: It's that damn H.R. Huffingstuff's fault! That whole match was a cluster because of him!
The medics, having not seen the match, had no idea what he was talking about. Not even sure who he was talking about. This caused them to become less determined to stop the big man.
Simmons: Damn lighter fluid. Damn Huffingstuff. Damn Galaxy Note 7. Damn Fruit Ninja!
The medics stand far back from Simmons now, worried that he may be going insane.
Simmons continues to empty the water bottle on his burned body, powering through the pain as much as possible.
Medic: Mr. Simmons, you're covered in third degree burns. You need medical assistance!
Simmons: It's a flesh wound!
The medics finally stop following, resigned to the fact Simmons won't be coming back.
Medic 1: Who the hell is H. R. Huffingstuff?
Medic 2: No clue.
Still lightheaded from the gas fumes and smoke, Simmons was just just rambling at this point.
Simmons: Huffingstuff... Hufflepuff... Puff the Magic Dragon... American Dragon Jake Long... Kyle Long... Jay Cutler... Clay Matthews... Aaron Rodgers... Rodgers is cool. I like Rodgers.
Damian then went on to ramble on about Aaron Rodgers until he was about half way home, he then went on to spout out nonsense about Mr. Rodgers, completing the circle, from children show star to children show star.
At this point, Simmons had forgotten about his injuries, too focused on his fleeting string of thoughts and random names. Once he got home, he went to bed. Ignoring his girlfriend's "advancements" towards him. Proving just how delirious he really was.
