Post by kevin on May 9, 2009 13:35:57 GMT -5
[Kevin is in his bedroom, befit with AC/DC posters and burnt green carpet. He’s filling a balloon with thick red paint to make a crazier head for his training mannequin.]
Kevin: Awsome. All we need now is eyes filled with gas.
[Before he can start filling shirts with explosives, Chad walks in with a runny nose and a bloody hand. Kevin grabs the closest thing handy, a dead electric eel, and wraps it around the wound.]
Chad: I can’t feel my arm!
Kevin: What happened?
Chad: A dog bit me.
[Kevin wipes the sweat off his forehead.]
Kevin: I’ll sew it together for you!
[Chad stops him from running to get his rusty sewing kit he uses to close dead frogs after filling them with bird feed. Kevin flaps him off like a hummingbird.]
Chad: Just call the hospital would ya?
Kevin: I’ll be back.
[Kevin runs off to dial 911 because he can’t afford a cell phone. The sound of Chad collapsing on a pile of sunglasses, tins of orange paint and metal CDs is heard behind him.]
Kevin: Awsome. All we need now is eyes filled with gas.
[Before he can start filling shirts with explosives, Chad walks in with a runny nose and a bloody hand. Kevin grabs the closest thing handy, a dead electric eel, and wraps it around the wound.]
Chad: I can’t feel my arm!
Kevin: What happened?
Chad: A dog bit me.
[Kevin wipes the sweat off his forehead.]
Kevin: I’ll sew it together for you!
[Chad stops him from running to get his rusty sewing kit he uses to close dead frogs after filling them with bird feed. Kevin flaps him off like a hummingbird.]
Chad: Just call the hospital would ya?
Kevin: I’ll be back.
[Kevin runs off to dial 911 because he can’t afford a cell phone. The sound of Chad collapsing on a pile of sunglasses, tins of orange paint and metal CDs is heard behind him.]