Post by @xL on Mar 19, 2009 19:59:21 GMT -5
|CAPTION: Last Thursday... the day after iMPLOSION 17|
[Axl is sitting solemnly at a seedy bar in downtown Sin City. ... Jeez, how many 's' sounds were in that one sentence? Anybody got a napkin I can use to clean up all this spittle? Nevermind...]
[Axl takes a swig from a bottle of something to drown his sorrows. Yes, "Something to Drown His Sorrows", the preffered drink of those with their lives in the crapper, and their careers in the gutter. Axl growls to himself, bemoaning the problems he faced the day before...]
Axl: Everytime I think things can't get any worse... they do. WHY ME?!
Pigeon: Why YOU? Why ME?! WHY PIGEON?!?!
Axl: ... What are you doing here? Didn't you move away from Sin City after you got OWN3D~1! by Steve-o Slapnuts?
Pigeon: I may have been "owned" by the muscle bound one in the ring, but you... YOU my friend... your ass was owned ten ways to Tuesday, VERBALLY... by he who sleeps with many women of slut-iness.
Axl: Owned? Phff... that's a little strong, don'tcha think? Steve-o did not OWN mio... he may have bruised my ego just a tad, but dude? The guy HARDLY "owned" me. Seriously, he SOOO didn't own me, that his response to my response didn't even DESERVE a response!!! So I DIDN'T... respond, that is.
Pigeon: Or was it that you were just... chicken?
Axl: I AM NOT GAY!
Pigeon: ... Huh?
Axl: I mean... I AM NOT CHICKEN!!!
Pigeon: Oh yeah? BAWK, BAWK, BUH-GAWK! Hm... I do a pretty good chicken impression. Maybe I should think about a gimmick change... What about me? WHAT ABOUT CHICKEN?!?! ... Nah.
Axl: Dammit, I'm not chicken! I am NOT afraid of Steve-o! I said it before, and I'll say it again. The ONLY reason I'm not willing to face Steve Roydz Version One, is because I KNOW, for a FACT... JACK... that if I DID? I'd beat his ass!
Pigeon: With a paddle? You really get off on that junk, huh?
Axl:
Pigeon: Sorry. Still thinkin' about Jerri Li... I wonder if I entered myself in a gauntlet match against Sarah, Eliza, and the rest of the Jobber Slayers, that MAYBE she would see how much I love self-pain, and finally realize my true feelings for her ... that sweet, sweet woman...
Axl: The only thing "sweet" about Jerri is her ass. WOOHOO!
Pigeon: Ya know, you kinda remind me of this guy I know... Woman crazy, and constantly getting drunk to forget about the fact that his life is a miserable, sad, waste of existence. With Tifa obviously forgetting about you and focusing on her lover boy, Kobe, maybe you oughta consider him as a potential agent?
Axl: ... No. Nothin' doin'. Tifa KNOWS I'm money. If she'd just forget about that jock, and start giving me the attention she KNOWS I deserve... then she'd be pulling in that money as we speak. Just... give her time.
Pigeon: Speaking of women... If you're so fond of Jerri's ass, why were you shoving Hamster Girl away when she was THIS close to giving you a "happy ending"? You sure you're not-
Axl: I AM NOT GAY!
Pigeon: Damn, didn't even have to get the word out... Talk about defensive.
Axl: And I am NOT being defensive... it's just, after a while, a guy gets DAMN tired of having everyone, from the SubStars, to the people in charge, to even my own agent, Tifa... saying I'm... well... you know. Fuck, even my girlfriends, Rose, Michelle... they BOTH questioned my sexuallity. What does a guy have to do to prove he's not a rump raider?
Pigeon: Maybe... Oh, I dunno, NOT act like a flaming fag?
Axl: Sunnuva... Pigeon, you KNOW I'm not gay. I mean, honestly, if I were, don't you think I'd be all over you right now? I'm drunk, and you're lookin' pretty damn fine right now, if I do say so myself...
Pigeon: And that's not supposed to sound gay?
Axl: ... Sooo, did you see my match with Sam, Sam?
Pigeon: Nope. I was too busy LIVING ON THE STREETS. Kinda hard to keep up with current events in a shitty wrestling company when your next meal is scrounged together from the nearest dumpster, and is seasoned with rat feces.
Axl: Oh... yeah. Forgot about all that. Well, for one thing, that idiot / moron Kobe totally screwed with my music. I mean, you just don't replace a Nirvana MASTERPIECE... with some crap by Cyndi Lauper. It just doesn't happen. That's how wars are started.
Pigeon: Wow. He messed with your music. If I were you, I'd break everything in sight, and then bitch for days on end. Oh, wait... you do that already, don't you? Well, if you were me, you'd probably be tired of talking to you by now. ... When's my damn beer gonna get here?
Axl: ARGH! Well, for your information, that's NOT all that went down last night. I come into the ring, and I'm feelin' a bit ticked off, so I think that maybe snapping off a Sinister Slice on Nurse Heiney, or whatever her name is, could relieve some of my stress.
Pigeon: No wonder Studs and Kobe refer to you as "Randy Orton"... What's next, you're gonna punt BigBOSS in the head?
Axl: *mumbling* If I can find him...
Pigeon: What?
Axl: NEVERMIND... I try to Slice her, but the BITCH reverses it into some lame version of a Hurricanrana...
Pigeon: As if the Sinister Slice isn't a lame version of the RKO? Which, in turn, is a REALLY lame version of the Diamond Cutter...
Axl: And then when I get up, I see that jerk, Kobe... sitting at some fancy, shmancy resteraunt, with MY agent. Tifa has her mind firmly planted on winning Kobe's heart, and is distracted from THE most important thing in her life... ME! And not only that... not only do I see her flirting with Gyant in some stupid, FRENCH resteraunt... but what happens next? I turn... distracted for just ONE split second... and that YAM BAG, Sammy the Dancin' Lil' Fucker, BLINDSIDES ME. One three count later, and I've lost yet again to that NERD. Not via count out... but by pinfall. Pigeon, my career is in a downward spiral... and it seems like I just can't do anything about it...
...
Axl: Pigeon?
Pigeon: WHAT ABOUT MY BEER? WHAT ABOUT PIGEON'S BEER?!
Axl: You think you might be wearing that catchphrase a little thin?
Pigeon: This coming from the guy that constantly says "I AM! I AM! I AM!" You are WHAT? Annoying, that's for sure... And I AM... in dire need of a drink, after listening to you running off at the mouth... Dammit, bartender, hurry your lazy ass up!
Axl: Ugh... You're not listening to a single word I'm saying, are you?
Pigeon: Trying my best not to... But God, every time I think you're done, I open my ears again, and it's BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH-DEE BLAH... BLAH!
Axl: Well, how would you feel if you were on the kind of losing streak I've been on?
Pigeon: ... Hello? Career jobber over here. You think YOU have it bad? Atleast YOU have an apartment. It may be a rat trap, but atleast it's not a friggin' cardboard box.
Axl: Yeah, I guess...
Pigeon: Good thing is, I don't have to use the bathroom in a jar. People's heads and statues are SOOO much more convenient. They're EVERYWHERE!
Axl: ... Eww? TMI, dude, waaay TMI... ANYWAY. After all the shit that went on in my match, it still wasn't over. I headed over to "La Resteraunte"... ready to confront Kobe, man to man... And all I get is a check with MY name on it! And my credit card number... How he got that information, I wish I knew... This so-called "french" waiter comes up to me, sees the check, and he immediately comes to think that I'M the one that needs to pay for Kobe and Tifa's dinner. Do you know how much that dinner came to?
Pigeon: No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me...
Axl: $1,234,567!!!
Pigeon: Wow... Shane definitely didn't just make that number up...
Axl: McMahon?
Pigeon: ... No. ... *slams fist on counter* BARTENDER~!!!
Axl: Of course, there's no chance I would pay that... mainly because it'd take me fifteen lifetimes to make that much on a BOB salary...
Pigeon: That's being incredibly optimistic...
Axl: Unless I eventually get an agent that will actually live up to their word and focus on ME, instead of some no talent beanstalk.... But because of Tifa's infatuation with that yeti-sized mook, and due to me not being Donald Trump, I was forced to do something horrible... terrible... AWFUL... I... I had to wash DISHES!!!
Pigeon: ... I wish I had dishes TO wash... or poop on...
Axl: So while Kobe and Tifa had such a NICE time... I was stuck with cleaning up the kitchen to pay for THEIR meal! And trust me, the cleanliness and classiness of that resteraunt was about as deceiving as that waiter's fake accent. The kitchen was a MESS... almost as bad as my apartment...
Pigeon: Try living in an alley. Nothing beats waking up in a heap of discarded pizza boxes. Cheesey...
Axl: Well, atleast the resteraunt roaches were well mannered. A few of them even offered to help with some of the trays.
Pigeon: That's... peculiar. I should know, I'm like a professor on the subject. Just call me "Iron" Mike Tenay.
Axl: Beats calling you "Don West"... Man, I wish Tifa was still as dead set on rocketing me to the top as she was when she first returned to my side... She seemed like the thing that could bring me to where I needed to be... But now? She's all up in Kobe's stuff, and I'm stuck here... wallowing in my own -
Pigeon: Sucky-ness?
Axl: ... I was going to say "my own failure", but yeah, go ahead and rub salt in the open wound. You're a real friend.
Pigeon: Well, as far as I remember, the last time we were meeting on a regular basis, we were enemies. I mean, I drove you into a piranha tank... you locked me up in a dungeon... oh, and I distracted you so that your own brother could kick you in the head. ... Good times.
Axl: You're right... why ARE you talking to me?
Pigeon: Well, besides the fact that I'm STILL waiting for my beer... lousy service around here... I told you before, and I'm going to say this one last time. I have the address of a guy that might be able to lift you out of the dumps. I'd ask him to help me, but seriously... who's going to take a guy seriously as OWCTM whose favorite food is bird seed?
Axl: You... ARE aware this is BOB, right?
Pigeon: Regardless, I do see potential in you, young Axl-hoppper. And it's time you realize that potential. This guy can help you.
Axl: But I don't NEED your friend's help. When Tifa finally gets her head off from around Kobe's man staff, and back into the game... her's is ALL the help I need, trust me.
Pigeon: Axl... Studnuts thinks you're a joke. Not the funny, ha ha, kind, but the "you're lame. you suck. get away from me" kind. He thinks you belong in dark matches, and thinks you're nowhere NEAR main event status. And the CHAMPION... he agrees with every word Steven said. Not to mention he referred to you as Randy Orton. Just like Kobe. Sil thinks you're a sad, pathetic joke that should stick to jerking curtains. But Axl... no matter how much I may hate you... no matter how I DESPISE the thought of you... I know, despite all that, that you have within you the ability to overcome the labels and low expectations of everyone that surrounds you... And to prove them wrong.
Chris Benoit: Now I KNOW somebody called for me!
Axl: HAHA! Prove me wrong! That NEVER gets old...
Pigeon: ... Axl, listen to me. Take this...
[Pigeon hands Axl a slip of paper.]
Pigeon: ... Go to that address, and ask for my friend to guide you. He knows the ways of true Heeldom. Follow his teachings... allow him to lead you to the ONLY WORLD TITLE THAT MATTERS... Allow him to show you the path to dastardly, low-down, rotten, no-goodedness. Then... and only then... will you be able to become the Savior you wish to be.
Pigeon: I used to think Viruz was far ahead of you... But now? I think I may have been wrong. While he had wrestling ability that you probably will forever lack -
Axl: Grrr...
Pigeon: ... You have something special. The ability... to entertain. You HAVE the ability... you just don't show it very often. But follow this address... and my friend will hone your ability... and some day soon, I Believe you will have what it takes to take on Sil, or Kobe, or whoever may be the OWCTM... and you WILL have the skills it takes to overcome the odds, and win the TITLE for a second time... only this time? You may have the mindset to keep that belt for longer than a month. It's up to you... The power is in your hands.
Axl: Wow...
Pigeon: No, seriously, the power's in your hands. The slip of paper. About the only chance you have of getting that belt is by listening to what that guy tells you, and DOING IT. Otherwise... you may as well forget it.
Axl: ...
[The bartender walks over to the counter, and slides Pigeon his beer. As Pigeon begins to down his drink, Axl stares down at the paper... The camera zooms in slightly, moving Pigeon out of the picture...]
Axl: I hope you know what you're talking about, Pigeon... ... Pigeon?
[Axl looks over to his left, but as the camera pans over, the seat is found empty... Axl sees the beer bottle on the counter... empty as well.]
[Axl looks back down at the piece of paper... and begins to whisper to himself...]
Axl: *sigh*
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[Axl is sitting solemnly at a seedy bar in downtown Sin City. ... Jeez, how many 's' sounds were in that one sentence? Anybody got a napkin I can use to clean up all this spittle? Nevermind...]
[Axl takes a swig from a bottle of something to drown his sorrows. Yes, "Something to Drown His Sorrows", the preffered drink of those with their lives in the crapper, and their careers in the gutter. Axl growls to himself, bemoaning the problems he faced the day before...]
Axl: Everytime I think things can't get any worse... they do. WHY ME?!
Pigeon: Why YOU? Why ME?! WHY PIGEON?!?!
Axl: ... What are you doing here? Didn't you move away from Sin City after you got OWN3D~1! by Steve-o Slapnuts?
Pigeon: I may have been "owned" by the muscle bound one in the ring, but you... YOU my friend... your ass was owned ten ways to Tuesday, VERBALLY... by he who sleeps with many women of slut-iness.
Axl: Owned? Phff... that's a little strong, don'tcha think? Steve-o did not OWN mio... he may have bruised my ego just a tad, but dude? The guy HARDLY "owned" me. Seriously, he SOOO didn't own me, that his response to my response didn't even DESERVE a response!!! So I DIDN'T... respond, that is.
Pigeon: Or was it that you were just... chicken?
Axl: I AM NOT GAY!
Pigeon: ... Huh?
Axl: I mean... I AM NOT CHICKEN!!!
Pigeon: Oh yeah? BAWK, BAWK, BUH-GAWK! Hm... I do a pretty good chicken impression. Maybe I should think about a gimmick change... What about me? WHAT ABOUT CHICKEN?!?! ... Nah.
Axl: Dammit, I'm not chicken! I am NOT afraid of Steve-o! I said it before, and I'll say it again. The ONLY reason I'm not willing to face Steve Roydz Version One, is because I KNOW, for a FACT... JACK... that if I DID? I'd beat his ass!
Pigeon: With a paddle? You really get off on that junk, huh?
Axl:
Pigeon: Sorry. Still thinkin' about Jerri Li... I wonder if I entered myself in a gauntlet match against Sarah, Eliza, and the rest of the Jobber Slayers, that MAYBE she would see how much I love self-pain, and finally realize my true feelings for her ... that sweet, sweet woman...
Axl: The only thing "sweet" about Jerri is her ass. WOOHOO!
Pigeon: Ya know, you kinda remind me of this guy I know... Woman crazy, and constantly getting drunk to forget about the fact that his life is a miserable, sad, waste of existence. With Tifa obviously forgetting about you and focusing on her lover boy, Kobe, maybe you oughta consider him as a potential agent?
Axl: ... No. Nothin' doin'. Tifa KNOWS I'm money. If she'd just forget about that jock, and start giving me the attention she KNOWS I deserve... then she'd be pulling in that money as we speak. Just... give her time.
Pigeon: Speaking of women... If you're so fond of Jerri's ass, why were you shoving Hamster Girl away when she was THIS close to giving you a "happy ending"? You sure you're not-
Axl: I AM NOT GAY!
Pigeon: Damn, didn't even have to get the word out... Talk about defensive.
Axl: And I am NOT being defensive... it's just, after a while, a guy gets DAMN tired of having everyone, from the SubStars, to the people in charge, to even my own agent, Tifa... saying I'm... well... you know. Fuck, even my girlfriends, Rose, Michelle... they BOTH questioned my sexuallity. What does a guy have to do to prove he's not a rump raider?
Pigeon: Maybe... Oh, I dunno, NOT act like a flaming fag?
Axl: Sunnuva... Pigeon, you KNOW I'm not gay. I mean, honestly, if I were, don't you think I'd be all over you right now? I'm drunk, and you're lookin' pretty damn fine right now, if I do say so myself...
Pigeon: And that's not supposed to sound gay?
Axl: ... Sooo, did you see my match with Sam, Sam?
Pigeon: Nope. I was too busy LIVING ON THE STREETS. Kinda hard to keep up with current events in a shitty wrestling company when your next meal is scrounged together from the nearest dumpster, and is seasoned with rat feces.
Axl: Oh... yeah. Forgot about all that. Well, for one thing, that idiot / moron Kobe totally screwed with my music. I mean, you just don't replace a Nirvana MASTERPIECE... with some crap by Cyndi Lauper. It just doesn't happen. That's how wars are started.
Pigeon: Wow. He messed with your music. If I were you, I'd break everything in sight, and then bitch for days on end. Oh, wait... you do that already, don't you? Well, if you were me, you'd probably be tired of talking to you by now. ... When's my damn beer gonna get here?
Axl: ARGH! Well, for your information, that's NOT all that went down last night. I come into the ring, and I'm feelin' a bit ticked off, so I think that maybe snapping off a Sinister Slice on Nurse Heiney, or whatever her name is, could relieve some of my stress.
Pigeon: No wonder Studs and Kobe refer to you as "Randy Orton"... What's next, you're gonna punt BigBOSS in the head?
Axl: *mumbling* If I can find him...
Pigeon: What?
Axl: NEVERMIND... I try to Slice her, but the BITCH reverses it into some lame version of a Hurricanrana...
Pigeon: As if the Sinister Slice isn't a lame version of the RKO? Which, in turn, is a REALLY lame version of the Diamond Cutter...
Axl: And then when I get up, I see that jerk, Kobe... sitting at some fancy, shmancy resteraunt, with MY agent. Tifa has her mind firmly planted on winning Kobe's heart, and is distracted from THE most important thing in her life... ME! And not only that... not only do I see her flirting with Gyant in some stupid, FRENCH resteraunt... but what happens next? I turn... distracted for just ONE split second... and that YAM BAG, Sammy the Dancin' Lil' Fucker, BLINDSIDES ME. One three count later, and I've lost yet again to that NERD. Not via count out... but by pinfall. Pigeon, my career is in a downward spiral... and it seems like I just can't do anything about it...
...
Axl: Pigeon?
Pigeon: WHAT ABOUT MY BEER? WHAT ABOUT PIGEON'S BEER?!
Axl: You think you might be wearing that catchphrase a little thin?
Pigeon: This coming from the guy that constantly says "I AM! I AM! I AM!" You are WHAT? Annoying, that's for sure... And I AM... in dire need of a drink, after listening to you running off at the mouth... Dammit, bartender, hurry your lazy ass up!
Axl: Ugh... You're not listening to a single word I'm saying, are you?
Pigeon: Trying my best not to... But God, every time I think you're done, I open my ears again, and it's BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH-DEE BLAH... BLAH!
Axl: Well, how would you feel if you were on the kind of losing streak I've been on?
Pigeon: ... Hello? Career jobber over here. You think YOU have it bad? Atleast YOU have an apartment. It may be a rat trap, but atleast it's not a friggin' cardboard box.
Axl: Yeah, I guess...
Pigeon: Good thing is, I don't have to use the bathroom in a jar. People's heads and statues are SOOO much more convenient. They're EVERYWHERE!
Axl: ... Eww? TMI, dude, waaay TMI... ANYWAY. After all the shit that went on in my match, it still wasn't over. I headed over to "La Resteraunte"... ready to confront Kobe, man to man... And all I get is a check with MY name on it! And my credit card number... How he got that information, I wish I knew... This so-called "french" waiter comes up to me, sees the check, and he immediately comes to think that I'M the one that needs to pay for Kobe and Tifa's dinner. Do you know how much that dinner came to?
Pigeon: No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me...
Axl: $1,234,567!!!
Pigeon: Wow... Shane definitely didn't just make that number up...
Axl: McMahon?
Pigeon: ... No. ... *slams fist on counter* BARTENDER~!!!
Axl: Of course, there's no chance I would pay that... mainly because it'd take me fifteen lifetimes to make that much on a BOB salary...
Pigeon: That's being incredibly optimistic...
Axl: Unless I eventually get an agent that will actually live up to their word and focus on ME, instead of some no talent beanstalk.... But because of Tifa's infatuation with that yeti-sized mook, and due to me not being Donald Trump, I was forced to do something horrible... terrible... AWFUL... I... I had to wash DISHES!!!
Pigeon: ... I wish I had dishes TO wash... or poop on...
Axl: So while Kobe and Tifa had such a NICE time... I was stuck with cleaning up the kitchen to pay for THEIR meal! And trust me, the cleanliness and classiness of that resteraunt was about as deceiving as that waiter's fake accent. The kitchen was a MESS... almost as bad as my apartment...
Pigeon: Try living in an alley. Nothing beats waking up in a heap of discarded pizza boxes. Cheesey...
Axl: Well, atleast the resteraunt roaches were well mannered. A few of them even offered to help with some of the trays.
Pigeon: That's... peculiar. I should know, I'm like a professor on the subject. Just call me "Iron" Mike Tenay.
Axl: Beats calling you "Don West"... Man, I wish Tifa was still as dead set on rocketing me to the top as she was when she first returned to my side... She seemed like the thing that could bring me to where I needed to be... But now? She's all up in Kobe's stuff, and I'm stuck here... wallowing in my own -
Pigeon: Sucky-ness?
Axl: ... I was going to say "my own failure", but yeah, go ahead and rub salt in the open wound. You're a real friend.
Pigeon: Well, as far as I remember, the last time we were meeting on a regular basis, we were enemies. I mean, I drove you into a piranha tank... you locked me up in a dungeon... oh, and I distracted you so that your own brother could kick you in the head. ... Good times.
Axl: You're right... why ARE you talking to me?
Pigeon: Well, besides the fact that I'm STILL waiting for my beer... lousy service around here... I told you before, and I'm going to say this one last time. I have the address of a guy that might be able to lift you out of the dumps. I'd ask him to help me, but seriously... who's going to take a guy seriously as OWCTM whose favorite food is bird seed?
Axl: You... ARE aware this is BOB, right?
Pigeon: Regardless, I do see potential in you, young Axl-hoppper. And it's time you realize that potential. This guy can help you.
Axl: But I don't NEED your friend's help. When Tifa finally gets her head off from around Kobe's man staff, and back into the game... her's is ALL the help I need, trust me.
Pigeon: Axl... Studnuts thinks you're a joke. Not the funny, ha ha, kind, but the "you're lame. you suck. get away from me" kind. He thinks you belong in dark matches, and thinks you're nowhere NEAR main event status. And the CHAMPION... he agrees with every word Steven said. Not to mention he referred to you as Randy Orton. Just like Kobe. Sil thinks you're a sad, pathetic joke that should stick to jerking curtains. But Axl... no matter how much I may hate you... no matter how I DESPISE the thought of you... I know, despite all that, that you have within you the ability to overcome the labels and low expectations of everyone that surrounds you... And to prove them wrong.
Chris Benoit: Now I KNOW somebody called for me!
Axl: HAHA! Prove me wrong! That NEVER gets old...
Pigeon: ... Axl, listen to me. Take this...
[Pigeon hands Axl a slip of paper.]
Pigeon: ... Go to that address, and ask for my friend to guide you. He knows the ways of true Heeldom. Follow his teachings... allow him to lead you to the ONLY WORLD TITLE THAT MATTERS... Allow him to show you the path to dastardly, low-down, rotten, no-goodedness. Then... and only then... will you be able to become the Savior you wish to be.
Pigeon: I used to think Viruz was far ahead of you... But now? I think I may have been wrong. While he had wrestling ability that you probably will forever lack -
Axl: Grrr...
Pigeon: ... You have something special. The ability... to entertain. You HAVE the ability... you just don't show it very often. But follow this address... and my friend will hone your ability... and some day soon, I Believe you will have what it takes to take on Sil, or Kobe, or whoever may be the OWCTM... and you WILL have the skills it takes to overcome the odds, and win the TITLE for a second time... only this time? You may have the mindset to keep that belt for longer than a month. It's up to you... The power is in your hands.
Axl: Wow...
Pigeon: No, seriously, the power's in your hands. The slip of paper. About the only chance you have of getting that belt is by listening to what that guy tells you, and DOING IT. Otherwise... you may as well forget it.
Axl: ...
[The bartender walks over to the counter, and slides Pigeon his beer. As Pigeon begins to down his drink, Axl stares down at the paper... The camera zooms in slightly, moving Pigeon out of the picture...]
Axl: I hope you know what you're talking about, Pigeon... ... Pigeon?
[Axl looks over to his left, but as the camera pans over, the seat is found empty... Axl sees the beer bottle on the counter... empty as well.]
[Axl looks back down at the piece of paper... and begins to whisper to himself...]
Axl: *sigh*
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