Post by hamstergirl on Apr 6, 2009 13:37:19 GMT -5
[Hamster Girl is chomping down on a handful of mints after finishing a plate of garlic spaghetti. Her stomach has felt like it has had queues in it and that her legs were made out of jell-o, feeling sick.]
Sammy Stoner: If you can keep your mouth empty for a bit we can talk about this damn match! I’m scared for you.
HG: I want some cheesecake for dessert!
[Stoner sighs wheezily.]
HG: And some pop rox! They make my mouth all tingly!
[She dances over to the fridge and pulls out a plate of raspberry pudding but finds no cheesecake.]
HG: Darn it!
[She does, however, find some chocolate eggs filled with caramel filling. Her teeth practically jump out of her mouth.]
SS: Your appetite is down right shocking. How many fillings do you have?
[Hamster Girl turns beet red in embarrassment.]
HG: You’re a meanie!
[He chuckles.]
SS: You wore one of those bear trap retainer things when you were younger, didn’t you?
HG: I loved cherry pie too much!
[Stoner stirs his fork around in his plate of spaghetti.]
SS: I can’t even imagine what you’re like at Thanksgiving.
HG: Pretty much I eat so much turkey I only have room for nine bags of jelly beans afterwards.
[Stoner mumbles under his breath.]
SS: Look. You’re going to lose to Death. You’re going to lose your title. You wont even listen to me for five seconds without stuffing your face or running off to play with your glittery light-up yo-yo or play with a spider.
HG: I’m sorry. I’m easily distracted.
[She quickly chews on one of the sticky chocolate eggs and puts a serious look on her face.]
HG: What do you think I have to do?
[Stoner coughs.]
SS: Alright. Luckily, I know my onions about BOB. I’ve studied it in my few weeks here, I’ve watched every single show, and I think I know what’s going on. Death is practically unstoppable, but it’s not impossible. He’s on an upswing since joining the EOD… so I think at it’s most basic, he will be just a little too cocky. You have to avoid him like the plague, because, well, he IS the plague. He’s the Grim Reaper himself. I know you don’t know a hell of a lot of moves, but stick to trying to pin him. You could surprise him.
HG: Wow. You really take your job seriously.
SS: I want to make you successful. You’ve got a lot of heart. Most definitely too naïve for the business, but you seem to be able to think on your feet when it matters. It’s not going to be easy, but you can pull it off if you try really hard.
HG: Ok, here’s my two cents. What I need to do to beat Death is this. He’s made outta bones, right?
SS: … yeah.
HG: Well, if I stick taffy inside him and push his bones together he’ll be all stuck together and sticky. Like glue.
SS: I… guess.
HG: No, seriously! It’ll work!
[Stoner laughs.]
SS: Maybe. But try and roll him up while you’re at it, ok?
[She nods confidently.]
HG: He’s dead meat.
Sammy Stoner: If you can keep your mouth empty for a bit we can talk about this damn match! I’m scared for you.
HG: I want some cheesecake for dessert!
[Stoner sighs wheezily.]
HG: And some pop rox! They make my mouth all tingly!
[She dances over to the fridge and pulls out a plate of raspberry pudding but finds no cheesecake.]
HG: Darn it!
[She does, however, find some chocolate eggs filled with caramel filling. Her teeth practically jump out of her mouth.]
SS: Your appetite is down right shocking. How many fillings do you have?
[Hamster Girl turns beet red in embarrassment.]
HG: You’re a meanie!
[He chuckles.]
SS: You wore one of those bear trap retainer things when you were younger, didn’t you?
HG: I loved cherry pie too much!
[Stoner stirs his fork around in his plate of spaghetti.]
SS: I can’t even imagine what you’re like at Thanksgiving.
HG: Pretty much I eat so much turkey I only have room for nine bags of jelly beans afterwards.
[Stoner mumbles under his breath.]
SS: Look. You’re going to lose to Death. You’re going to lose your title. You wont even listen to me for five seconds without stuffing your face or running off to play with your glittery light-up yo-yo or play with a spider.
HG: I’m sorry. I’m easily distracted.
[She quickly chews on one of the sticky chocolate eggs and puts a serious look on her face.]
HG: What do you think I have to do?
[Stoner coughs.]
SS: Alright. Luckily, I know my onions about BOB. I’ve studied it in my few weeks here, I’ve watched every single show, and I think I know what’s going on. Death is practically unstoppable, but it’s not impossible. He’s on an upswing since joining the EOD… so I think at it’s most basic, he will be just a little too cocky. You have to avoid him like the plague, because, well, he IS the plague. He’s the Grim Reaper himself. I know you don’t know a hell of a lot of moves, but stick to trying to pin him. You could surprise him.
HG: Wow. You really take your job seriously.
SS: I want to make you successful. You’ve got a lot of heart. Most definitely too naïve for the business, but you seem to be able to think on your feet when it matters. It’s not going to be easy, but you can pull it off if you try really hard.
HG: Ok, here’s my two cents. What I need to do to beat Death is this. He’s made outta bones, right?
SS: … yeah.
HG: Well, if I stick taffy inside him and push his bones together he’ll be all stuck together and sticky. Like glue.
SS: I… guess.
HG: No, seriously! It’ll work!
[Stoner laughs.]
SS: Maybe. But try and roll him up while you’re at it, ok?
[She nods confidently.]
HG: He’s dead meat.
