Post by stchristian on Mar 3, 2009 16:26:14 GMT -5
Scatman: What is this shit?
[Jerri Li, Scatman and Christian St. Christian are stood in the kitchen of Jerri’s house. Scatman is eating his breakfast from a bowl with a wooden spoon.]
Jerri: A mix of herbs and milk.
[Scatman stirs the goo around with disappointed eyes.]
Scatman: What are these dry chunky bits?
Jerri: Granola.
Scatman: Jesus fucking Christ, can’t you afford muesli at least?
[Jerri pulls a knife off a rack on the woodchip yellow walls.]
Jerri: Don’t criticize me, there was a reason I chopped you into little cubes!
Scatman: Hey, that was all gravy. They just made me have clean sex in hell, turns out bastards like me get a good deal down there.
CSC: Wow, how did you survive without anal and blowjobs?
[Scatman shrugs.]
Scatman: Fuck knows, I wanted to wingfuck those demons so bad.
Jerri: Look, I came back into this group hoping you’d calm down a bit on the perverted shit.
CSC: What the fuck do you mean? You’re the worst one out of us!
Jerri: Hey, I dig those hardcore S&M guys as much as any other girl, but it’s got very little to do with sex for me… except after what I do their dicks I suppose. Get it? Little!
[Both Scatman and St. Christian cover their crotches as Jerri still stands there holding more of a butcher knife than a kitchen knife. Jerri lowers her eyelids at them in disdain.]
Jerri: So are we gonna do something fucked up or you guys just gonna end up getting stoned and playing Street Fighter IV again?
Scatman: We can’t afford that!
[Scatman pulls out a wooden paddle with a bright red ball attached to it by a string.]
Scatman: St. Stupid here spent all our wages on a $6000 Japanese silicone life-like sex doll.
CSC: That was you!
Scatman: Whatever dude, you’ve got the lamest fetish out of the group.
[St. Christian stands up with his arms crossed over his shoulders.]
CSC: Oh yeah, mincemeat?
[He climbs up onto the table and stomps the heel of his boot into Scatman’s fingers as hard as he can.]
Scatman: Ouch! Motherfucking son of a bitch whore bastard shit. You broke my Goddamn knuckles!
[Jerri shakes her head.]
Jerri: I need some gasoline to drink.
[Jerri Li, Scatman and Christian St. Christian are stood in the kitchen of Jerri’s house. Scatman is eating his breakfast from a bowl with a wooden spoon.]
Jerri: A mix of herbs and milk.
[Scatman stirs the goo around with disappointed eyes.]
Scatman: What are these dry chunky bits?
Jerri: Granola.
Scatman: Jesus fucking Christ, can’t you afford muesli at least?
[Jerri pulls a knife off a rack on the woodchip yellow walls.]
Jerri: Don’t criticize me, there was a reason I chopped you into little cubes!
Scatman: Hey, that was all gravy. They just made me have clean sex in hell, turns out bastards like me get a good deal down there.
CSC: Wow, how did you survive without anal and blowjobs?
[Scatman shrugs.]
Scatman: Fuck knows, I wanted to wingfuck those demons so bad.
Jerri: Look, I came back into this group hoping you’d calm down a bit on the perverted shit.
CSC: What the fuck do you mean? You’re the worst one out of us!
Jerri: Hey, I dig those hardcore S&M guys as much as any other girl, but it’s got very little to do with sex for me… except after what I do their dicks I suppose. Get it? Little!
[Both Scatman and St. Christian cover their crotches as Jerri still stands there holding more of a butcher knife than a kitchen knife. Jerri lowers her eyelids at them in disdain.]
Jerri: So are we gonna do something fucked up or you guys just gonna end up getting stoned and playing Street Fighter IV again?
Scatman: We can’t afford that!
[Scatman pulls out a wooden paddle with a bright red ball attached to it by a string.]
Scatman: St. Stupid here spent all our wages on a $6000 Japanese silicone life-like sex doll.
CSC: That was you!
Scatman: Whatever dude, you’ve got the lamest fetish out of the group.
[St. Christian stands up with his arms crossed over his shoulders.]
CSC: Oh yeah, mincemeat?
[He climbs up onto the table and stomps the heel of his boot into Scatman’s fingers as hard as he can.]
Scatman: Ouch! Motherfucking son of a bitch whore bastard shit. You broke my Goddamn knuckles!
[Jerri shakes her head.]
Jerri: I need some gasoline to drink.