Post by TFP on Mar 13, 2008 13:48:27 GMT -4
Chris walks over to his monster truck and frowns, looking at it as it burns into pieces. He stomps the fire out and kicks it out of the way, then looks at Johnny's monster truck, itching as he studies it closely. Rubbing his chin, Tougher thinks of a good way to take this thing out of order and make the small machine turn into nothing more than a wrecked mechanic.
"What's with the bold chins?"
"You haven't seen a bold chin until you've seen my new racer."
"Oh?"
"Yeah."
"How many trucks do you have, man?"
"I don't know... tons."
Tougher walks back to the trunk of his car and pulls out a new truck, small in size, but with a front larger than anything that you would ahve ever seen in your whole enter life.
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"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"You're going to get fucking owned here, bud."
Tougher presses the nob forward and it speeds towards Johnny's truck, slamming the chin of Leno through the front of the truck. Johnny tries to fight, but he can't. The chin acts as a plough and tackles Johnny's truck over and onto it's side. He backs away from it and presses a button, sending rockets out of the chin and into Johnny's truck, exploding it into several hundred pieces.
"I WON! I FUCKING WON!"
"Congratulations..."
"Don't worry man, it's just 'cause I'm so good."
"You lost eight times and won once, you have a sad record. That was my first loss."
"It's quality, not quantity."
"That win wasn't much of a quality win, you just used McChin over there to get your victory."
"So?"
After that, there's a little awkward silence. Chris' face kind of goes red and he puts his hands in his pockets, then he looks down at the ground.
"Do you like... want to be my friend?"
"What's with the bold chins?"
"You haven't seen a bold chin until you've seen my new racer."
"Oh?"
"Yeah."
"How many trucks do you have, man?"
"I don't know... tons."
Tougher walks back to the trunk of his car and pulls out a new truck, small in size, but with a front larger than anything that you would ahve ever seen in your whole enter life.
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"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"You're going to get fucking owned here, bud."
Tougher presses the nob forward and it speeds towards Johnny's truck, slamming the chin of Leno through the front of the truck. Johnny tries to fight, but he can't. The chin acts as a plough and tackles Johnny's truck over and onto it's side. He backs away from it and presses a button, sending rockets out of the chin and into Johnny's truck, exploding it into several hundred pieces.
"I WON! I FUCKING WON!"
"Congratulations..."
"Don't worry man, it's just 'cause I'm so good."
"You lost eight times and won once, you have a sad record. That was my first loss."
"It's quality, not quantity."
"That win wasn't much of a quality win, you just used McChin over there to get your victory."
"So?"
After that, there's a little awkward silence. Chris' face kind of goes red and he puts his hands in his pockets, then he looks down at the ground.
"Do you like... want to be my friend?"