Post by TFP on Mar 13, 2008 13:41:23 GMT -4
We open up in a household, a fancy one at that. But it's an apartment, so I'm not sure if I could really call it a household. However, that's not the point, we open up somewhere and it's decorated with some nice hardwood floor in the living-room and hallways. The kitchen has real and authentic tiles, a light-grey color. The two bed-rooms, like the hallway, have hardwood floor within. The bath-room has tiles exactly like the ones in the kitchen, but they're a different color, a light-blue. We notice something all over the floors, red and black chips, scattered from one end of the apartment to the other. Some are smashed in half a dozen pieces while some are still in one piece, but barely. A plastic contraption lies on the living-room floor, twisted and contorted in many different ways. On the white walls throughout the place we can see red hand-prints on them and finger prints streaking down the walls.
Something really and incredibly horrible has happened in this household, what we don't know, but whatever happened was not pretty when it did take place. As the camera rounds the living-room and peers into the bed-rooms, we can see two feet dangling in mid-air, swaying back and forth as if somebody tied their neck around in a noose and decided to end their lives right there, three feet in the air. But as we get a full-view of the body, we can see that it's Chris Tougher grabbing onto a chin-up bar, holding himself there, and looking down at the ground. He looks over at the camera and drops to his feet, crossing his arms. He places the toes of his right foot onto the hardwood floor and he puts his hands behind his back, blushing. He looks up at the camera and starts to wiggle his foot, acting innocent.
"I was going to say something bad-ass, but when I was about to Connect Four everything I had on my mind disappeared in a flash. So I got angry and stole the Connect Four game from my neighbor's kid, then I smashed it all over the place. I had fun, as you could see, and I even went a little pyromaniac and lit some of the chips on fire, hence the red on my hands and prints all over the walls. But, I calmed down and decided to do chin-ups since there wasn't really anything else that I could do. If I left the apartment then my neighbor would want to kick my ass for stealing his child's game, but I'm not going to let that happen. He works as a car salesman and I'm a professional wrestler!"
After saying that, Tougher rubs his chin and thinks for a moment, and then a smile comes over his face. Now acting smug, he struts into the kitchen and opens his refrigerator door, pulling out a can. He places it on his electric can-opener and as soon as the top is off, he squeezes what appears to be spinach into his mouth, then he swallows it up and gets even buffer. Stomping to his door, he opens it up and steps out into the hallway, and then he slams the door shut. After a couple long seconds, we hear Tougher scream.
"HERB RAGE!"
Something really and incredibly horrible has happened in this household, what we don't know, but whatever happened was not pretty when it did take place. As the camera rounds the living-room and peers into the bed-rooms, we can see two feet dangling in mid-air, swaying back and forth as if somebody tied their neck around in a noose and decided to end their lives right there, three feet in the air. But as we get a full-view of the body, we can see that it's Chris Tougher grabbing onto a chin-up bar, holding himself there, and looking down at the ground. He looks over at the camera and drops to his feet, crossing his arms. He places the toes of his right foot onto the hardwood floor and he puts his hands behind his back, blushing. He looks up at the camera and starts to wiggle his foot, acting innocent.
"I was going to say something bad-ass, but when I was about to Connect Four everything I had on my mind disappeared in a flash. So I got angry and stole the Connect Four game from my neighbor's kid, then I smashed it all over the place. I had fun, as you could see, and I even went a little pyromaniac and lit some of the chips on fire, hence the red on my hands and prints all over the walls. But, I calmed down and decided to do chin-ups since there wasn't really anything else that I could do. If I left the apartment then my neighbor would want to kick my ass for stealing his child's game, but I'm not going to let that happen. He works as a car salesman and I'm a professional wrestler!"
After saying that, Tougher rubs his chin and thinks for a moment, and then a smile comes over his face. Now acting smug, he struts into the kitchen and opens his refrigerator door, pulling out a can. He places it on his electric can-opener and as soon as the top is off, he squeezes what appears to be spinach into his mouth, then he swallows it up and gets even buffer. Stomping to his door, he opens it up and steps out into the hallway, and then he slams the door shut. After a couple long seconds, we hear Tougher scream.
"HERB RAGE!"