[029] My Hand Doesn't Say Okay

[TFP]

PJ Curtis and Bob Pocket are walking down the hallway, being the usual idiots that they are. PJ stops for a moment which causes Bob to stand there looking at PJ with a questioned look on his mask. PJ places his hand below his waist like this, and Bob looks at it.



PUNCH!

PJ Curtis: "Heh."

Bob Pocket: "The fuck was that?"

PJ Curtis: "The fuck was this..."



Bob looks.

Bob Pocket: "...Huh?"

PUNCH!

Bob Pocket: "YOU NAZI!"

Curtis laughs.

Bob Pocket: "I don't get it."

PJ Curtis: "Whenever you put an 'okay' hand gesture below your waist causing a person to look at it, then you punch them."

Bob Pocket: "Oh! Haha."

Bob puts his hand below his waist.



PJ looks at it and puts his finger in the hole, momentarily punching Bob on the arm ten times.

Bob Pocket: "YOU LOOKED AT IT! HA! I get to punch you!"

PJ shakes his head.

PJ Curtis: "Nope, after I looked at it I put my finger through it before you broke the connection of your thumb and index finger, so therefore your punch is nullified. So when that happens, I get to punch you ten times, which I have already done."

Bob Pocket: "Are you sure?"

PJ Curtis: "Yeah, trust me... I played this game all the time in Highschool, I know the ground rules and everything else about it."



Bob looks and puts his finger through it, but PJ catches it with the same hand by clenching his hand into a fist, holding Bob's index finger.

Bob Pocket: "So I get to punch you ten times now?"

PJ Curtis: "Nope."

Bob Pocket: "WHY?!"

PJ Curtis: "I caught your hand, so that kills off your ten punches."

Bob Pocket: "What does catching it do?"

PJ Curtis: "Well, you have to roll up any of your shirt sleeves for one thing."

Bob grabs at his leg shirt sleeve and rolls it up to his shoulder and stands there. PJ takes his thumb and index finger, squeeing Bob's tricep for five seconds. After he is done a large red-mark is left in place of where the pinch was.

Bob Pocket: "That hurt."

Bob rubs his arm, dropping his hand quickly.



PJ doesn't look.

Bob Pocket: "Look damnit!"

PJ refuses and Bob shakes his head, putting his hands on his hips.

PJ Curtis: "Want to see a trick?"

Bob Pocket: "Sure."

PJ puts his hands in his pockets and suddenly the zipper of his pants starts to slowly open from the inside.

Bob Pocket: "What kind of muscles does your penis have there, PJ?"

Something long and white comes out from the opening of the crotch area and Bob looks.



Bob puts his finger in the hole in amazement, but PJ keeps it held by closing his hand into a fist. Bob starts to pull, and PJ starts to jump back. People from around look at the two and the first thing that they notice is them jerking back and forth in a tug-of-war kind of fight and what makes it more disturbing is the face that Bob's hand is stuck from something coming out of PJ's zipper.

Bob Pocket: "Let go of my finger! I lost! I can't beat you, no matter how hard I try."

PJ Curtis: "You can't beat me, so you suck."

Bob Pocket: "I suck? This is a stupid game anyways."

PJ Curtis: "All right, my bads... you don't suck, you just blow."

Bob Pocket: "Blow?"

PJ Curtis: "...Errr... YOU MJ!"

Bob gasps.

Bob Pocket: "That's the worst thing that you can say to ANYbody."

PJ lets go, and pulls his hands out of his pants.



Bob and PJ both look down.

PJ Curtis: "Who's hand is that?"

Bob Pocket: "Beats me."

PJ Curtis: "Oh, it will soon since my pants are undone."