Post by doa on Feb 25, 2010 5:51:24 GMT -5
[Open to a cream colored car, parked behind a Winkie’s diner, with ‘Good Vibrations’ by The Beach Boys on the radio. The scent of the pine air freshener on the rear view mirror fills the air. KUREJI is chewing on a club sandwich & shoveling onion rings into his cheeks from a paper bag, whilst his new tag partner Gummi Gudo fixes her hair in the mirror.]
KUREJI: Why the sour puss?
[He sucks salt off one of his fingers.]
Gummi: You keep stuffing your stupid face! And I’m trying to look nice for this interview at BOB’s head office.
[She rubs on peach lipstick and tries to glue on a set of false eyelashes.]
KUREJI: I have to eat and drink, I beat people by landing on top of them at lightning speed!
Gummi: I thought you beat people in Japan by hitting them with a pineapple.
KUREJI: Well yeah, that too. But with the word ‘Deathmatch’ being in our team name I figured they’d see that coming.
[He lifts his bright red lunchbox up onto his knees and rummages around.]
KUREJI: Besides; burgers taste goood, donuts taste goood. If it has cheese and pickle in it, I’m all set.
[He tears the silver foil off a strawberry candy bar and bites into it, getting red sauce all over his hand.]
Gummi: You filthy little beast!
[He grabs a lobster napkin with a picture of a ship on it and wipes it off. Gummi holds her hands over her ears and shakes her head from side to side with her eyes closed.]
Gummi: You’re getting gunk everywhere!
KUREJI: *gulp* I’m curtains.
[He tosses the napkin onto the dashboard next to his baseball cards and the goldfish he won at the fair.]
KUREJI: Please pass the pie.
Gummi: Ay carumba!
KUREJI: Ay carumba indeed, I want to get back so I can watch chocobots.
Gummi: Get the hell out of my car! I’m gonna have to whip you into shape bakayaro and sort out your attitude! I’m gonna be on you like white on rice! I’m commando now!
KUREJI: Does that mean you’re not wearing any panties?
Gummi: Hentai desu ne! Get the fuck out!
KUREJI: Why the sour puss?
[He sucks salt off one of his fingers.]
Gummi: You keep stuffing your stupid face! And I’m trying to look nice for this interview at BOB’s head office.
[She rubs on peach lipstick and tries to glue on a set of false eyelashes.]
KUREJI: I have to eat and drink, I beat people by landing on top of them at lightning speed!
Gummi: I thought you beat people in Japan by hitting them with a pineapple.
KUREJI: Well yeah, that too. But with the word ‘Deathmatch’ being in our team name I figured they’d see that coming.
[He lifts his bright red lunchbox up onto his knees and rummages around.]
KUREJI: Besides; burgers taste goood, donuts taste goood. If it has cheese and pickle in it, I’m all set.
[He tears the silver foil off a strawberry candy bar and bites into it, getting red sauce all over his hand.]
Gummi: You filthy little beast!
[He grabs a lobster napkin with a picture of a ship on it and wipes it off. Gummi holds her hands over her ears and shakes her head from side to side with her eyes closed.]
Gummi: You’re getting gunk everywhere!
KUREJI: *gulp* I’m curtains.
[He tosses the napkin onto the dashboard next to his baseball cards and the goldfish he won at the fair.]
KUREJI: Please pass the pie.
Gummi: Ay carumba!
KUREJI: Ay carumba indeed, I want to get back so I can watch chocobots.
Gummi: Get the hell out of my car! I’m gonna have to whip you into shape bakayaro and sort out your attitude! I’m gonna be on you like white on rice! I’m commando now!
KUREJI: Does that mean you’re not wearing any panties?
Gummi: Hentai desu ne! Get the fuck out!