Post by @xL on Feb 26, 2009 1:18:05 GMT -5
[Fade in on the interior of the UnderBaker's "Dunk N Decay", Sinister City's local donut shop. Which doubles as Sinister City's local morgue. Their motto is "Our bearclaws are finger lickin' good! Mainly because they contain real fingers..." ]
[ Axl is sitting at a corner table, near a window, with his legs kicked up on the table's surface. Axe is chomping away at a glazed, creme filled donut, covered with sprinkles and chocolate and all that good stuff. The sound of boots clomping against the floor is heard... when the UnderBaker steps into the scene.]
UnderBaker: Hello, creature of the night... has the darkness of this delicously toxic morsel consumed your tastebuds into a cauldron of darkly death?
Axl: ... *munch, munch, gulp* Uh... Sure? Hey, can I have a box of these? They're awesome.
UnderBaker: Yessssss... I mean... Yes. Would you like to try some of our freshly baked cupcakes? They have risen from the very depths of the hollow pits of beelzabub!!!
Axl: ... No thanks. Just the donuts...
UnderBake: Of course... UNDIE-BAKE!
Axl: Huh?
UnderBaker: Sorry. UndieTaker moment...
[There's a few moments of uncomfortable silence, before the 'Baker heads off, leaving Axl alone at the table.]
Axl: Good times... (Axl looks up at the camera) Except for Saturday. Or is it Sunday... Hell, it COULD be July, but the show WILL happen, Bearly Legal WILL arrive, and the Legend of Kobe Gyant SHALL be Killed before it ever has a chance to get off the ground. And Kobe... don't you forget something. I'm not... I am NOT Randy Orton. The guy is BENEATH me. FAR beneath me. Even moreso than you. Besides, do I seem like the kinda guy that would take a dump in chicks' gym bags? Do you REALLY think I'm that much like Randall the Retard? Do you think I'd get off on shit like that?
[Do you really want him to answer that?]
Axl: Who's asking you?
[Well, it's just, you do sort of remind me of Orton. The whole "wrecking everything in sight at the slightest provocation" thing...]
Axl: Oh, and thanks for siding with my OPPONENT! Ya back-stabbing rat bastard! I heard you pretty much agree with every word the guy had to say in his rant!
[Hey, I didn't say anything in HIS rant that I haven't said in any of yours. I already told you last time, I've been running this gig for the past two years now. I think I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown... You should be really familiar with that territory.]
Axl: ARGH! You two! And Kobe, how DARE you claim I drink Shirley Temples! I'll have you KNOW, I only drink manly drinks! In fact, my favorite drink is a Raspberry Shnapp's!!!
[... You really are gay, aren't you?]
Axl:
[No comment?]
Axl: Yeah I have a comment. Kobe, you try to act like you know everything about this company, and you rag on me when I forget some slight detail about your past, like the fact that you were kicked out of high school.
[That's a SLIGHT detail?]
Axl: But if you would have been paying attention, you wouldn't have said my mom and dad should have "whooped" me. You would have REMEMBERED that my dad and my mom came to this city just to tell me about the past...
[Oh, and how they sold you for KISS tickets when you were a baby?]
Axl: Yeah... yeah, but hey, it was KISS, and -
[And it wasn't LIVE, it was on a crappy tv in some seedy bar! Dude, they flat out DUMPED you! .... HAHAHAHA!!!]
Axl: ... You really are an ass.
[Just don't try to plug me. You know? HAHAHAHA!!!]
Axl: FUCK. YOU. ANYWAY... You degrade me for misspelling words. How about "you might as WALL call me Daddy". Huh? HUH?! SEE! I TOLD YOU YOU MISSPELL WORDS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA -
[Oh dear lord, is it seriously that funny? I mean, really, so he made fun of you for fucking up a word or two. Can you take a joke, or are you going to go on about this for the next ten rants? Cuz I could really go for a week's vacation... that should be enough time for you to post about twenty five times.
]
Axl: I do NOT post that much! ... Well, not THAT much...
[What, you mean you could break your record? Maybe post thirty two rants in a day and half? Because, really, I'd be impressed. You know what they say, quantity over quality. Or is that just what YOU say.
]
Axl: You're not funny...
[Funnier than you. ;D ]
Axl: Oh you just hush your mouth... Oh, and just so you know Kolbes, I went to that little site of yours. Yeah, I bet you didn't think I was smart enough to check into it, HUH?!
[... Maybe he didn't think you were dumb enough to believe it was a real website?]
Axl: REGARDLESS... I'll have you know... it wasn't a real website!
[... I didn't think one man could be as dumb as he was gay, but again... ya proved me wrong.]
Axl: It's just some stupid software engineer's homepage! THEKOBES.com my grungey ASS!
[Your ass is grungey?]
Axl: I'M TALKING HERE! Not you!
[Ok, ok, simmer down... Don't blow a gasket. ... Or any dude that may be eating at another table. ]
Axl:
[... HAHAHAHAHA!!!~! You ARE gay!]
Axl: ... WHAT?! No, dammit, wrong smiley! FUCK...
[Nope, don't try to save face now dude. ;D ]
Axl: Oy...
[The UnderBaker walks up to Axl's table, and plops a plastic bag down.]
UnderBaker: Before the Demon of Bread Valley gives unto thee the box of devilish donuts... I have been asked by a man... a tall, black man... to give thee these.
Axl: Dee-Dees?
UnderBaker: ... Whatever. Just... take 'em.
[The UnderBaker rolls his eyes... not so much like the Undertaker, but more like "Why the hell do I have to put up with dipshits like this guy", before walking away. Axl grabs the plastic bags, reaches in... and pulls out a chocolate Kobe statue. Reaches in... and retrieves another. Digs into the bag... and yet another. He pulls out two more, and smiles.]
Axl: Awesome! FIVE chocolate statues of Will Smith! He's my FAVORITE! Ahem... 'Well this is a story, all about how, my life got flipped turned upside down. I'd like tah take a minute, so sit right away, I'll tell ya how I became the King of Sinister Cit-ay!
[Uhm... actually, Axe... those aren't statues of Will Smith...]
Axl: Huh? What... are they supposed to be that Dennis Washington guy?
[... Denzel. But no, it's SUPPOSED to be Kobe Gyant.]
Axl: ... (Axl stares at the statue he's holding in his hand) ... That... son-of-a-RICH MAN!!! He sent me these to mock my tiny penis!
[HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!]
Axl: I mean... to make everyone THINK I have a tiny penis! That's what I meant! Of course that's what I meant...
[Well, really, that's not why he sent them. Don't you remember the Slummy Awards he held, in your abandoned warehouse studio type dealie?]
Axl: ... I must've dozed off. I kept getting BORED! HA! SEE KOBE! I can make fun of you, just like you make fun of me! ... Stupid head!!!
[Well, I don't think you're going to like hearing it... but I'll tell you anyway. Mainly because I love telling you things you don't like to hear.
]
Axl:
[First of all... you won for "Worst Grammarian". Which... basically means he's making fun of your spelling again. And you beat XXXTreme Machine. Which is quite a feat...]
Axl: Meh...
[Then, you took home "Worst Wrestler".]
Axl: Huh? ... I thought I've been improving lately... Aw well.
[How about the third award. "Shortest BOBster"? You beat the Hardcore Title Belt, Steel Chair, AND Pretty Boy. Not to mention Stephen Hawking in his wheelchair...]
Axl: Hm... I reiterate ; Meh. SEE? I'm not even getting a BIT ticked off. I can hold my anger, no matter WHAT anyone tells me!
[Ok... we'll see about that. "Worst Rant", with the nominees being Mr. Paradox and Dr. Thrilla... Pigeon... Neige 13... Blackman White... and the sWo.]
Axl: The sWo? ... Worst Rant? What's the jerk talking about, I used to watch the sWo on Comedy Central's Sunday Morning Chloroform all the time! They were... not horrible. ... Not AWFULLY horrible... Ok, yeah, they sucked. But as for me, I wasn't even nominated! So, of course, that means I'm the greatest ranter... EVER~!!!~1
[Uhm... not so fast Axe. You still won.]
Axl: ... You're kidding me?
[Nyope. And finally - ]
Axl: No, no, hold on... you mean I seriously "won" for Worst Rant... even though I wasn't nominated?
[Yup.]
Axl: (his eye starts to twitch... revealing a bit of anger) ... Go... go on...
[Are you sure?]
Axl: I SAID GO ON.
[Hoo-kayyy... Finally, there was "Least Entertaining" ... Are you SURE - ]
Axl: GO ON ALREADY!
[Ok, ok... The nominees were your Hair Metal gimmick... your Goth gimmick... your King gimmick... and your Grunge gimmick.]
Axl: ... Wait... so the ONLY person that was nominated was me?
[Well, your four gimmicks... Oh, and there was the Wizard and Largeman...]
Axl: Oh, well hell, they're a shoe-in for that category! They're WAAAY more boring than me... ... Right?
[Well...]
Axl: ...
[Cheer up though. Your Grunge gimmick didn't win. So you're doing better than you were before, anyway. ]
Axl: Oh... good... that's good... So... which gimmick DID win?
[The King one.]
Axl: ... The Hair Metal one?
[... No? I said the KING one.]
Axl: ... Oh, ok, so the Goth one.
[NO! ... What part of the word "King" don't you understand? The K, the I, the N, or the G?]
Axl: ... The... *gulp*... The KING one?
[... Yeah? What's the big deal?]
Axl: Oh... nothing... nothing...
[... You want me to wrap this rant up then, or - ]
Axl: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!~1
[Axl suddenly leaps to his feet, and shoves the table over, with the Kobe statues still resting on it. Four of the statues end up smushed beneath the table's weight, while one rolls off to the side... Axl is seething with fury, and doesn't look like he's going to be ready to calm down for some time...]
Axl: My KING gimmick?! MY KING GIMMICK?! Doesn't that BASTARD know... Doesn't he KNOW that THAT gimmick was the closest gimmick to my heart... (turns to the camera) Kobe... you broke my haht!
[Your... hat?]
Axl: Trying to copy Iron Sheik... NEVER-fuckin-MIND! KOBE! I poured my HEART into the King gimmick! Sure... I didn't actually put that much thought into my rants at the time... and I sorta slacked off in the ring... but dammit, do you KNOW how much work I put into transforming my house into a castle?! A CASTLE!!! A castle for King Arthur's sake, you ASSHOLE!!! So you wanna tell me what's so fucking pathetic about me, my gimmicks, my grammar, my wrestling skill, my ranting skill, my height... Fuck, why don't you make fun of my eye color next, ya FUCKIN'... FUCK!
[You need a bar of soap in the mouth...]
Axl: I can curse if I want, dammit!
[Actually, I just mean you need to clean your mouth the fuck out. Seriously dude, even I can smell your breath, and I'm just a voice!]
Axl: ... (Axl picks up one of the chocolate statues) Kobe...
[You're talking to that statue like it's going to talk back...]
Axl: IT'S KOBE!!!
[... Sure it is, Axe. Sure it is.]
Axl: And KOBE... I'm sorry I've had to attack you... time after time... I'm sorry I've had to attack you personally with scathing words... I'M SORRY... but the thing is... it was only supposed to be business... it was SUPPOSED to be my springboard to the ONLY WORLD TITLE THAT MATTERS... But now? With all of the things YOU'VE said... and all the things you've done... I just can't let it go Kobe... I just can't... let...
[Suddenly, Axl hits the 'Sinister Slice' on the chocolate Kobe statue. ... Yeah, I know. Fucking retarded, huh? Try putting up with this shit every work day... which is basically every day, 24/7 with this guy...]
[Axl kneels down before the fallen chocolate covered candy, which is now shattered, with the huge chocolate, creme filled ding dong snapped in half. Poor mini-Kobe... Axl grabs the chocolatey head in his grasp...]
Axl: Let me make something REAL clear for you... I'm not just "THE Legend Killer"... I'm the REAL FUCKING Legend Killer, GOT IT?! Get that through your thick skull, ok? Because when I drop you in less than 3 days... and pick up the 1, 2, 3... Then it will be ME... not you... but ME, ME, ME, ME, ME... facing that demented doctor for the ONLY THING THAT MATTERS... And I will defeat him. Killing him if I must... and enjoying every last second of it. Because... I am Better than You...
I Am... the Savior...
[Axl squeezes his fist shut, smushing the chocolate within his fingers... He opens his palm, and slowly drags his tounge from the bottom of his hand to his middle finger, savoring the chocolate... almost as if it were blood.]
Axl: Fuck... I just am.
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[ Axl is sitting at a corner table, near a window, with his legs kicked up on the table's surface. Axe is chomping away at a glazed, creme filled donut, covered with sprinkles and chocolate and all that good stuff. The sound of boots clomping against the floor is heard... when the UnderBaker steps into the scene.]
UnderBaker: Hello, creature of the night... has the darkness of this delicously toxic morsel consumed your tastebuds into a cauldron of darkly death?
Axl: ... *munch, munch, gulp* Uh... Sure? Hey, can I have a box of these? They're awesome.
UnderBaker: Yessssss... I mean... Yes. Would you like to try some of our freshly baked cupcakes? They have risen from the very depths of the hollow pits of beelzabub!!!
Axl: ... No thanks. Just the donuts...
UnderBake: Of course... UNDIE-BAKE!
Axl: Huh?
UnderBaker: Sorry. UndieTaker moment...
[There's a few moments of uncomfortable silence, before the 'Baker heads off, leaving Axl alone at the table.]
Axl: Good times... (Axl looks up at the camera) Except for Saturday. Or is it Sunday... Hell, it COULD be July, but the show WILL happen, Bearly Legal WILL arrive, and the Legend of Kobe Gyant SHALL be Killed before it ever has a chance to get off the ground. And Kobe... don't you forget something. I'm not... I am NOT Randy Orton. The guy is BENEATH me. FAR beneath me. Even moreso than you. Besides, do I seem like the kinda guy that would take a dump in chicks' gym bags? Do you REALLY think I'm that much like Randall the Retard? Do you think I'd get off on shit like that?
[Do you really want him to answer that?]
Axl: Who's asking you?
[Well, it's just, you do sort of remind me of Orton. The whole "wrecking everything in sight at the slightest provocation" thing...]
Axl: Oh, and thanks for siding with my OPPONENT! Ya back-stabbing rat bastard! I heard you pretty much agree with every word the guy had to say in his rant!
[Hey, I didn't say anything in HIS rant that I haven't said in any of yours. I already told you last time, I've been running this gig for the past two years now. I think I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown... You should be really familiar with that territory.]
Axl: ARGH! You two! And Kobe, how DARE you claim I drink Shirley Temples! I'll have you KNOW, I only drink manly drinks! In fact, my favorite drink is a Raspberry Shnapp's!!!
[... You really are gay, aren't you?]
Axl:
[No comment?]
Axl: Yeah I have a comment. Kobe, you try to act like you know everything about this company, and you rag on me when I forget some slight detail about your past, like the fact that you were kicked out of high school.
[That's a SLIGHT detail?]
Axl: But if you would have been paying attention, you wouldn't have said my mom and dad should have "whooped" me. You would have REMEMBERED that my dad and my mom came to this city just to tell me about the past...
[Oh, and how they sold you for KISS tickets when you were a baby?]
Axl: Yeah... yeah, but hey, it was KISS, and -
[And it wasn't LIVE, it was on a crappy tv in some seedy bar! Dude, they flat out DUMPED you! .... HAHAHAHA!!!]
Axl: ... You really are an ass.
[Just don't try to plug me. You know? HAHAHAHA!!!]
Axl: FUCK. YOU. ANYWAY... You degrade me for misspelling words. How about "you might as WALL call me Daddy". Huh? HUH?! SEE! I TOLD YOU YOU MISSPELL WORDS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA -
[Oh dear lord, is it seriously that funny? I mean, really, so he made fun of you for fucking up a word or two. Can you take a joke, or are you going to go on about this for the next ten rants? Cuz I could really go for a week's vacation... that should be enough time for you to post about twenty five times.
]Axl: I do NOT post that much! ... Well, not THAT much...
[What, you mean you could break your record? Maybe post thirty two rants in a day and half? Because, really, I'd be impressed. You know what they say, quantity over quality. Or is that just what YOU say.
]Axl:
You're not funny...[Funnier than you. ;D ]
Axl: Oh you just hush your mouth... Oh, and just so you know Kolbes, I went to that little site of yours. Yeah, I bet you didn't think I was smart enough to check into it, HUH?!
[... Maybe he didn't think you were dumb enough to believe it was a real website?]
Axl: REGARDLESS... I'll have you know... it wasn't a real website!
[... I didn't think one man could be as dumb as he was gay, but again... ya proved me wrong.]
Axl: It's just some stupid software engineer's homepage! THEKOBES.com my grungey ASS!
[Your ass is grungey?]
Axl: I'M TALKING HERE! Not you!
[Ok, ok, simmer down... Don't blow a gasket. ... Or any dude that may be eating at another table.
]Axl:
[... HAHAHAHAHA!!!~! You ARE gay!]
Axl: ... WHAT?! No, dammit, wrong smiley! FUCK...
[Nope, don't try to save face now dude. ;D ]
Axl: Oy...
[The UnderBaker walks up to Axl's table, and plops a plastic bag down.]
UnderBaker: Before the Demon of Bread Valley gives unto thee the box of devilish donuts... I have been asked by a man... a tall, black man... to give thee these.
Axl: Dee-Dees?
UnderBaker: ... Whatever. Just... take 'em.
[The UnderBaker rolls his eyes... not so much like the Undertaker, but more like "Why the hell do I have to put up with dipshits like this guy", before walking away. Axl grabs the plastic bags, reaches in... and pulls out a chocolate Kobe statue. Reaches in... and retrieves another. Digs into the bag... and yet another. He pulls out two more, and smiles.]
Axl: Awesome! FIVE chocolate statues of Will Smith! He's my FAVORITE! Ahem... 'Well this is a story, all about how, my life got flipped turned upside down. I'd like tah take a minute, so sit right away, I'll tell ya how I became the King of Sinister Cit-ay!
[Uhm... actually, Axe... those aren't statues of Will Smith...]
Axl: Huh? What... are they supposed to be that Dennis Washington guy?
[... Denzel. But no, it's SUPPOSED to be Kobe Gyant.]
Axl: ... (Axl stares at the statue he's holding in his hand) ... That... son-of-a-RICH MAN!!! He sent me these to mock my tiny penis!
[HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!]
Axl: I mean... to make everyone THINK I have a tiny penis! That's what I meant! Of course that's what I meant...
[Well, really, that's not why he sent them. Don't you remember the Slummy Awards he held, in your abandoned warehouse studio type dealie?]
Axl: ... I must've dozed off. I kept getting BORED! HA! SEE KOBE! I can make fun of you, just like you make fun of me! ... Stupid head!!!
[Well, I don't think you're going to like hearing it... but I'll tell you anyway. Mainly because I love telling you things you don't like to hear.
]Axl:
[First of all... you won for "Worst Grammarian". Which... basically means he's making fun of your spelling again. And you beat XXXTreme Machine. Which is quite a feat...]
Axl: Meh...
[Then, you took home "Worst Wrestler".]
Axl: Huh? ... I thought I've been improving lately... Aw well.
[How about the third award. "Shortest BOBster"? You beat the Hardcore Title Belt, Steel Chair, AND Pretty Boy. Not to mention Stephen Hawking in his wheelchair...]
Axl: Hm... I reiterate ; Meh. SEE? I'm not even getting a BIT ticked off. I can hold my anger, no matter WHAT anyone tells me!
[Ok... we'll see about that. "Worst Rant", with the nominees being Mr. Paradox and Dr. Thrilla... Pigeon... Neige 13... Blackman White... and the sWo.]
Axl: The sWo? ... Worst Rant? What's the jerk talking about, I used to watch the sWo on Comedy Central's Sunday Morning Chloroform all the time! They were... not horrible. ... Not AWFULLY horrible... Ok, yeah, they sucked. But as for me, I wasn't even nominated! So, of course, that means I'm the greatest ranter... EVER~!!!~1
[Uhm... not so fast Axe. You still won.]
Axl: ... You're kidding me?
[Nyope. And finally - ]
Axl: No, no, hold on... you mean I seriously "won" for Worst Rant... even though I wasn't nominated?
[Yup.]
Axl: (his eye starts to twitch... revealing a bit of anger) ... Go... go on...
[Are you sure?]
Axl: I SAID GO ON.
[Hoo-kayyy... Finally, there was "Least Entertaining" ... Are you SURE - ]
Axl: GO ON ALREADY!
[Ok, ok... The nominees were your Hair Metal gimmick... your Goth gimmick... your King gimmick... and your Grunge gimmick.]
Axl: ... Wait... so the ONLY person that was nominated was me?
[Well, your four gimmicks... Oh, and there was the Wizard and Largeman...]
Axl: Oh, well hell, they're a shoe-in for that category! They're WAAAY more boring than me... ... Right?
[Well...]
Axl: ...
[Cheer up though. Your Grunge gimmick didn't win. So you're doing better than you were before, anyway.
]Axl: Oh... good... that's good... So... which gimmick DID win?
[The King one.]
Axl: ... The Hair Metal one?
[... No? I said the KING one.]
Axl: ... Oh, ok, so the Goth one.
[NO! ... What part of the word "King" don't you understand? The K, the I, the N, or the G?]
Axl: ... The... *gulp*... The KING one?
[... Yeah? What's the big deal?]
Axl: Oh... nothing... nothing...
[... You want me to wrap this rant up then, or - ]
Axl: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!~1
[Axl suddenly leaps to his feet, and shoves the table over, with the Kobe statues still resting on it. Four of the statues end up smushed beneath the table's weight, while one rolls off to the side... Axl is seething with fury, and doesn't look like he's going to be ready to calm down for some time...]
Axl: My KING gimmick?! MY KING GIMMICK?! Doesn't that BASTARD know... Doesn't he KNOW that THAT gimmick was the closest gimmick to my heart... (turns to the camera) Kobe... you broke my haht!
[Your... hat?]
Axl: Trying to copy Iron Sheik... NEVER-fuckin-MIND! KOBE! I poured my HEART into the King gimmick! Sure... I didn't actually put that much thought into my rants at the time... and I sorta slacked off in the ring... but dammit, do you KNOW how much work I put into transforming my house into a castle?! A CASTLE!!! A castle for King Arthur's sake, you ASSHOLE!!! So you wanna tell me what's so fucking pathetic about me, my gimmicks, my grammar, my wrestling skill, my ranting skill, my height... Fuck, why don't you make fun of my eye color next, ya FUCKIN'... FUCK!
[You need a bar of soap in the mouth...]
Axl: I can curse if I want, dammit!
[Actually, I just mean you need to clean your mouth the fuck out. Seriously dude, even I can smell your breath, and I'm just a voice!]
Axl: ... (Axl picks up one of the chocolate statues) Kobe...
[You're talking to that statue like it's going to talk back...]
Axl: IT'S KOBE!!!
[... Sure it is, Axe. Sure it is.]
Axl: And KOBE... I'm sorry I've had to attack you... time after time... I'm sorry I've had to attack you personally with scathing words... I'M SORRY... but the thing is... it was only supposed to be business... it was SUPPOSED to be my springboard to the ONLY WORLD TITLE THAT MATTERS... But now? With all of the things YOU'VE said... and all the things you've done... I just can't let it go Kobe... I just can't... let...
[Suddenly, Axl hits the 'Sinister Slice' on the chocolate Kobe statue. ... Yeah, I know. Fucking retarded, huh? Try putting up with this shit every work day... which is basically every day, 24/7 with this guy...]
[Axl kneels down before the fallen chocolate covered candy, which is now shattered, with the huge chocolate, creme filled ding dong snapped in half. Poor mini-Kobe... Axl grabs the chocolatey head in his grasp...]
Axl: Let me make something REAL clear for you... I'm not just "THE Legend Killer"... I'm the REAL FUCKING Legend Killer, GOT IT?! Get that through your thick skull, ok? Because when I drop you in less than 3 days... and pick up the 1, 2, 3... Then it will be ME... not you... but ME, ME, ME, ME, ME... facing that demented doctor for the ONLY THING THAT MATTERS... And I will defeat him. Killing him if I must... and enjoying every last second of it. Because... I am Better than You...
I Am... the Savior...
[Axl squeezes his fist shut, smushing the chocolate within his fingers... He opens his palm, and slowly drags his tounge from the bottom of his hand to his middle finger, savoring the chocolate... almost as if it were blood.]
Axl: Fuck... I just am.
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