Post by TFP on Nov 8, 2008 23:15:33 GMT -4
PJ Curtis: "I can't believe that you would do such a thing to me, Bob."
Looking behind the sofa, Bob spots PJ standing in the doorway, wearing a ridiclous pair of glasses with a fake moustache.
Bob Pocket: "Whoa! Cool glasses and beard, I almost wish I could have faked my death."
PJ Curtis: "It's not funny, man! Now I have to go under a different name and identity, this is bullshit!"
Bob Pocket: "So, what's your new name and identity?"
PJ Curtis: "My new name is... Kurt Jips. Just rearranged the letters in my name and changed the C to a K."
Bob Pocket: "Pretty cool And your identity?"
Kurt Jips: "I guess I'll keep myself how I look. This moustache is so huge that it looks like a beard."
Bob Pocket: "It's pretty awesome, I must say. I had an interview with Alex Redding earlier, everybody thinks you're pretty much dead."
Kurt Jips: "Yeah, well, I guess that's the end for teh Slax0rz, huh? Now we gotta make up a new name."
Bob Pocket: "I'm already ahead of you, I sat down and thought one up while you were gone."
Kurt Jips: "Oh? What is it?"
Bob jumps up on the sofa and springs over it, landing on his feet, pointing at Kurt with a lot of energy.
Bob Pocket: "THE TEN CENT EXPLOSIONS!"
Kurt rubs his chin and shakes his head.
Kurt Jips: "Sounds like a superhero team, to be quite honest with you. It's never going to fly."
Bob Pocket: "Trust me, man. This will be way better than teh Slax0rz."
Kurt Jips: "Hey! Nothing ever can bet teh Slax0rz. We were one of a kind!"
Bob Pocket: "Yeah, but we were getting old. I was getting tired of nachos and Mexican food anyways."
Kurt's mouth gapes open.
Kurt Jips: "Can I kill you? That's absurd, you've changed."
Bob Pocket: "No way, man. Just think about it. Nobody is ever going to clue in that you're really you. FWA cameras hardly focus on us and never have for quite some time unless we've forced them to run some sort of fockyoumentary on us and other people. Even when you were declared dead earlier today, I hardly got any air time apart from being shown online with fake tears coming from my eyes. Hell, they only gave me one interview... and it went straight to paper. Shows how camera friendly they think I am, huh? You as this new guy could work, Kurt. I'm serious."
Kurt Jips: "Aye, you're ridiculous."
Bob Pocket: "Don't worry, man. You can come out of hiding in a few years or so."
Kurt Jips: "I never wanted to go in hiding in the first place, you and your stupid cousin forced me to play it off!"
Bob Pocket: "Hahahahaha!"
Clenching his hands into fists, Kurt steps forward.
Kurt Jips: "Don't laugh, I'll seriously disband our team."
Bob Pocket: "Legally, it already has been disbanded."
Kurt Jips: "One teag team reign, you bastard. That's all we're remembered for."
Bob Pocket: "But wait until the Ten Cent Explosions kicks off, we'll be so much better."
Kurt Jips: "Why didn't you kill yourself off? You grew tired of your life, not me."
Bob Pocket: "Dunno, actually..."
Rubbing the back of his head, Bob feels like an idiot.
Kurt Jips: "YOU wear the mask! You should have just took it off!"
Bob Pocket: "Yeah, hahaha, good point..."
Kurt Jips: "But because of your idiocy, I'm paying the price! Man, you REALLY screwed up this time!"
Bob Pocket: "I'm sorry! Calm down!"
Kurt Jips: "Stupid moustache, beard and glasses. Argh."
Kurt leaves to his room or something.
Looking behind the sofa, Bob spots PJ standing in the doorway, wearing a ridiclous pair of glasses with a fake moustache.
Bob Pocket: "Whoa! Cool glasses and beard, I almost wish I could have faked my death."
PJ Curtis: "It's not funny, man! Now I have to go under a different name and identity, this is bullshit!"
Bob Pocket: "So, what's your new name and identity?"
PJ Curtis: "My new name is... Kurt Jips. Just rearranged the letters in my name and changed the C to a K."
Bob Pocket: "Pretty cool And your identity?"
Kurt Jips: "I guess I'll keep myself how I look. This moustache is so huge that it looks like a beard."
Bob Pocket: "It's pretty awesome, I must say. I had an interview with Alex Redding earlier, everybody thinks you're pretty much dead."
Kurt Jips: "Yeah, well, I guess that's the end for teh Slax0rz, huh? Now we gotta make up a new name."
Bob Pocket: "I'm already ahead of you, I sat down and thought one up while you were gone."
Kurt Jips: "Oh? What is it?"
Bob jumps up on the sofa and springs over it, landing on his feet, pointing at Kurt with a lot of energy.
Bob Pocket: "THE TEN CENT EXPLOSIONS!"
Kurt rubs his chin and shakes his head.
Kurt Jips: "Sounds like a superhero team, to be quite honest with you. It's never going to fly."
Bob Pocket: "Trust me, man. This will be way better than teh Slax0rz."
Kurt Jips: "Hey! Nothing ever can bet teh Slax0rz. We were one of a kind!"
Bob Pocket: "Yeah, but we were getting old. I was getting tired of nachos and Mexican food anyways."
Kurt's mouth gapes open.
Kurt Jips: "Can I kill you? That's absurd, you've changed."
Bob Pocket: "No way, man. Just think about it. Nobody is ever going to clue in that you're really you. FWA cameras hardly focus on us and never have for quite some time unless we've forced them to run some sort of fockyoumentary on us and other people. Even when you were declared dead earlier today, I hardly got any air time apart from being shown online with fake tears coming from my eyes. Hell, they only gave me one interview... and it went straight to paper. Shows how camera friendly they think I am, huh? You as this new guy could work, Kurt. I'm serious."
Kurt Jips: "Aye, you're ridiculous."
Bob Pocket: "Don't worry, man. You can come out of hiding in a few years or so."
Kurt Jips: "I never wanted to go in hiding in the first place, you and your stupid cousin forced me to play it off!"
Bob Pocket: "Hahahahaha!"
Clenching his hands into fists, Kurt steps forward.
Kurt Jips: "Don't laugh, I'll seriously disband our team."
Bob Pocket: "Legally, it already has been disbanded."
Kurt Jips: "One teag team reign, you bastard. That's all we're remembered for."
Bob Pocket: "But wait until the Ten Cent Explosions kicks off, we'll be so much better."
Kurt Jips: "Why didn't you kill yourself off? You grew tired of your life, not me."
Bob Pocket: "Dunno, actually..."
Rubbing the back of his head, Bob feels like an idiot.
Kurt Jips: "YOU wear the mask! You should have just took it off!"
Bob Pocket: "Yeah, hahaha, good point..."
Kurt Jips: "But because of your idiocy, I'm paying the price! Man, you REALLY screwed up this time!"
Bob Pocket: "I'm sorry! Calm down!"
Kurt Jips: "Stupid moustache, beard and glasses. Argh."
Kurt leaves to his room or something.