Post by Hotdog Mascot on Dec 18, 2009 19:40:30 GMT -5
Keeping his own promises, the Mascot enjoys a ritual afternoon consuming meat buns inside Tony's Shack. This day, however, suffers the lack of mustard.. which, annoys him deeply. The absence of a yellowy condiment on his favorite meal compares to a fish without water; it's unbearable. Slumping his bun-like shoulders, his face falls into his hands, and just when he accepts his fate to tolerate a plain hotdog and possibly cry himself to sleep that night.. a lady appears. No, not only does she appear, she glows. Her presence is too much to take in, it'd be impossible for his eyes to get any bigger. This woman, eating at Tony's, eating a hotdog--a hotdog with mustard, brought boyish cheer and joy to his persona. And then.. love drew a line between them like a fuse burning down into a stick of magic. It was their eyes, they met, and the Mascot lips began to ache and rumble into song.
Hotdog Mascot: Those fingers in my hair / That sly come hither stare / That strips my conscience bare / It's... witchcraft.
He came over to her table nonchalantly as possible, strutting along with a rhythm finger snap, staring into her eyes, and singing Frank Sinatra when he got close enough to her ear.
Hotdog Mascot: And I've got no defense for it / The heat is too intense for it / What good would common sense for it do.
Capping it off, he sits directly next to her with a puppy dog gaze in his eyes. She stands unexpectedly, and is also familiar with Sinatra.
Girl From Brooklyn: I practice every day to find some clever lines to say--
If he was eating a hotdog he would've choked on it. Now, completely in love, he stood with her and embraced the idea of a hotdog shop love bird duo.
Hotdog Mascot: --to make the meaning come true.
Eyes on each individual glued to the others.
Girl From Brooklyn: And then I go and spoil it all--
Hotdog Mascot: --by saying something stupid like--
Hotdog Mascot and Girl From Brooklyn: --I love you.. I love you.. I love you.
Hotdog Mascot: Those fingers in my hair / That sly come hither stare / That strips my conscience bare / It's... witchcraft.
He came over to her table nonchalantly as possible, strutting along with a rhythm finger snap, staring into her eyes, and singing Frank Sinatra when he got close enough to her ear.
Hotdog Mascot: And I've got no defense for it / The heat is too intense for it / What good would common sense for it do.
Capping it off, he sits directly next to her with a puppy dog gaze in his eyes. She stands unexpectedly, and is also familiar with Sinatra.
Girl From Brooklyn: I practice every day to find some clever lines to say--
If he was eating a hotdog he would've choked on it. Now, completely in love, he stood with her and embraced the idea of a hotdog shop love bird duo.
Hotdog Mascot: --to make the meaning come true.
Eyes on each individual glued to the others.
Girl From Brooklyn: And then I go and spoil it all--
Hotdog Mascot: --by saying something stupid like--
Hotdog Mascot and Girl From Brooklyn: --I love you.. I love you.. I love you.
