Post by Dr Thrilla on Oct 7, 2005 9:03:19 GMT -5
*In a very dirty operating room, Dr. Thrilla is bent over a bound-and-gagged individual, slicing open his stomach with a scalpel. Tugging safety goggles onto his eyes (not easy when your mouth is stretched wide enough to screw up the angle of your head), he picks up a handi-vac and shoves it into the incision, turning the thing on. Into this scene of low-cost liposuction walks Cecil, Dr. Thrilla's interpreter.*
Cecil: According to this card the doctor gave me, he has returned to the operating room to show Pete Trable what waits for him when Dr. Thrilla gets his hands on the bastard.
Dr. Thrilla: *metal clanging*
Cecil: Hmmm? The doctor adds that no matter how hard he tries, Pete will never be the best rapper in the world.
*Dr. Thrilla drops behind the operating table, only to rise up again as... Thrilla Life, his rapping alter-ego.*
Thrilla Life: *rhythmic metal clanging*
Cecil: As I don't speak "rap clang", I have no clue what the doctor just said, but I get the feeling it's obscene and threatening.
Thrilla Life: *rhythmic metal clanging*
Cecil: Okay, I understood that one, and that's just sick.
*Fade out.*
Cecil: According to this card the doctor gave me, he has returned to the operating room to show Pete Trable what waits for him when Dr. Thrilla gets his hands on the bastard.
Dr. Thrilla: *metal clanging*
Cecil: Hmmm? The doctor adds that no matter how hard he tries, Pete will never be the best rapper in the world.
*Dr. Thrilla drops behind the operating table, only to rise up again as... Thrilla Life, his rapping alter-ego.*
Thrilla Life: *rhythmic metal clanging*
Cecil: As I don't speak "rap clang", I have no clue what the doctor just said, but I get the feeling it's obscene and threatening.
Thrilla Life: *rhythmic metal clanging*
Cecil: Okay, I understood that one, and that's just sick.
*Fade out.*