Post by El Matto Acido on Sept 23, 2016 3:08:58 GMT
Boy have I managed to get myself into some mess, I am currently in the middle of nowhere. Must have taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque, eh. Was supposed to be on my way to meet up with my partners, we had a festive night filled with tacos, and mayhem in store. How did I...WE rather end up here?
TPK: Umm, Matt who...who are you talking to? I'm the crazy one, remember?
El Acido: I'm talking to THEM.
TPK looks around, but he's unable to spot anything, or anybody. He shrugs it off, and attributes his protege's ramblings to the immense heat. The Psychotic Superstar is about to say something, but can't help but laughing heartily at Matt, who is now shaking his fist at the sky and cursing.
El Acido: You bastard! Why, why did you do this to me!?
TPK: Don't think God is going to be of any help with this one buddy, if I remember correctly it's you Jeep that died.
El Acido: God? I'm not talking to him...I'm talking to the jacknut clicking away at his keyboard. He thought it'd be just so hilarious to strand us out here in the middle of nowhere!
TPK: But isn't it?
El Acido: Well, yeah...but that's so not the point. And while were on the subject why on Earth am I wearing a full body suit in this heat? This wardrobe choice wasn't very well planned.
TPK: Once again, that's on you Senior Acido.
El Space Case sighs, and begins to sheepishly look around. TPK scratches his head, but all becomes much clearer a few moments later, when El Matto Acido begins to unzip his suit. Acido starts to peel off his full length red body suit, getting an even bigger chuckle from The Asylum Dweler. After a moment or two, Matto is basically wearing his mask, a pair of plain white underpants, and his boots.
El Acido: What? It's hot, and I need something to drink and a taco...I WANT A TACO!
TPK: Yeah, Tacos sound good...is it Tuesday yet? Though let's not just make people think Tuesday is the only day you can eat a taco, hell I had one on a Friday once.
El Acido: You truly are a psychopath. Friday? Good gawd almighty!
El Acido and The Psycho Kid trudge on, the sun still burning high overhead. Sweat continues to pour down, when TPK remember something he's seen in about a billion movies. The man with multiple personalities excitedly points at a cactus, and El Matto's head shoots up.
TPK: Don't cacti have water?
El Acido: Hmm...that's a possibility. I'll go check it out.
EMA casually starts toward the nearest cacti, a newfound swagger in his step. Once he reaches his destination, Matto grins under his mask, and sizes up the cactus in front of him.
El Acido: So...I hear you guys always think a few steps ahead. Tell me, you got any water I can borrow? You see, my friend and I are awful thirsty, and he seems to think you've got water.
Cactus:...
El Acido: Oh c'mon man, don't be like that. I swear, once we get to where were going, we'll bring you back some tacos or a burrito. Think about it, water for pure deliciousness!
Cactus:...
El Acido: Gah! Cacti are dicks!
El Accido tosses his hands in the air, and walks away defeated. A few paces later, he's being passed by Senior Psycho, who has somehow managed to find a machete.
El Acido: DUDE! Don't kill him, he's a dick, but he doesn't deserve to die. Aw, look at him, he's already got his hands up. You're scaring him!
TPK: It's a cactus, it's not technically alive. And besides that, I'm just going to make a hole, the water is inside.
El Acido: Are we really going to resort to drinking the blood of our enemies now?
TPK: It's only going to be a tiny hole, just big enough to get to the liquid.
El Acido tries to protest, but TPK simply shakes his head and approaches the cactus. He sticks it with the machete, but a loud thud can be heard. TPK tries once more, same result, he then feels the cactus. What kind of weirdo would make a concrete cactus?
Frank: Hey, man. Could you not assault the park decor? That's expensive pal. Also, dude, tell your buddy to put on some pants, he's freaking out the children.
The shot widens, an amusement park can now be clearly seen in the background. A slightly chubby balding man, with a park uniform, and the nametag Frank can be seen staring at this bizarre duo.
TPK: Damnit Frank, what did I say? I give you an extra hundred dollars, and you keep the crowd away from this section of the park.
Frank: Well yeah, but you guys only paid me for an hour, and ya'll spent the night here. That's definitely against park rules. The heck you guys doing anyway?
TPK: Ah, you know. Survival training, getting ready for a match, the usual.
Frank: Does your friend know that? He's over there giving that cactus a good talkin' to.
TPK: Shit, did I forget to tell Matt? I knew there was something I'd been meaning to tell him.
El Acido: ...but all I'm saying, is that if you weren't a real cactus this whole time, you could have told me. Look, I gotta go talk to that dude over there, but feel free to write, I buried my e-mail address right by your feet there. Psycho, what's going on, who is that.
TPK: Him oh he's...he...OH MY GOD WE'RE SAVED! Will you please get us out of this god forsaken wasteland *TPK holds up a note out of Matto's view that says $3.50 if you play along.*
Frank: *sigh* Yeah, fine. Let's go!
As TPK rushes up to Frank, he acts like he's embracing his savior, while he's really just slipping the tree fiddy in his back pocket.
El Acido: Hey, uh...Frank is it? Yeah, we were on our way to look for a couple of friends when my Jeep broke down here, do you kn...
Frank: You're Jeep isn't broken, it's...
El Acido: YOU FIXED IT! Oh my god, you rock!
The scene fades as the trio walk away from the concrete cactus, and toward the parking lot of the obscure amusement park.
TPK: Umm, Matt who...who are you talking to? I'm the crazy one, remember?
El Acido: I'm talking to THEM.
TPK looks around, but he's unable to spot anything, or anybody. He shrugs it off, and attributes his protege's ramblings to the immense heat. The Psychotic Superstar is about to say something, but can't help but laughing heartily at Matt, who is now shaking his fist at the sky and cursing.
El Acido: You bastard! Why, why did you do this to me!?
TPK: Don't think God is going to be of any help with this one buddy, if I remember correctly it's you Jeep that died.
El Acido: God? I'm not talking to him...I'm talking to the jacknut clicking away at his keyboard. He thought it'd be just so hilarious to strand us out here in the middle of nowhere!
TPK: But isn't it?
El Acido: Well, yeah...but that's so not the point. And while were on the subject why on Earth am I wearing a full body suit in this heat? This wardrobe choice wasn't very well planned.
TPK: Once again, that's on you Senior Acido.
El Space Case sighs, and begins to sheepishly look around. TPK scratches his head, but all becomes much clearer a few moments later, when El Matto Acido begins to unzip his suit. Acido starts to peel off his full length red body suit, getting an even bigger chuckle from The Asylum Dweler. After a moment or two, Matto is basically wearing his mask, a pair of plain white underpants, and his boots.
El Acido: What? It's hot, and I need something to drink and a taco...I WANT A TACO!
TPK: Yeah, Tacos sound good...is it Tuesday yet? Though let's not just make people think Tuesday is the only day you can eat a taco, hell I had one on a Friday once.
El Acido: You truly are a psychopath. Friday? Good gawd almighty!
El Acido and The Psycho Kid trudge on, the sun still burning high overhead. Sweat continues to pour down, when TPK remember something he's seen in about a billion movies. The man with multiple personalities excitedly points at a cactus, and El Matto's head shoots up.
TPK: Don't cacti have water?
El Acido: Hmm...that's a possibility. I'll go check it out.
EMA casually starts toward the nearest cacti, a newfound swagger in his step. Once he reaches his destination, Matto grins under his mask, and sizes up the cactus in front of him.
El Acido: So...I hear you guys always think a few steps ahead. Tell me, you got any water I can borrow? You see, my friend and I are awful thirsty, and he seems to think you've got water.
Cactus:...
El Acido: Oh c'mon man, don't be like that. I swear, once we get to where were going, we'll bring you back some tacos or a burrito. Think about it, water for pure deliciousness!
Cactus:...
El Acido: Gah! Cacti are dicks!
El Accido tosses his hands in the air, and walks away defeated. A few paces later, he's being passed by Senior Psycho, who has somehow managed to find a machete.
El Acido: DUDE! Don't kill him, he's a dick, but he doesn't deserve to die. Aw, look at him, he's already got his hands up. You're scaring him!
TPK: It's a cactus, it's not technically alive. And besides that, I'm just going to make a hole, the water is inside.
El Acido: Are we really going to resort to drinking the blood of our enemies now?
TPK: It's only going to be a tiny hole, just big enough to get to the liquid.
El Acido tries to protest, but TPK simply shakes his head and approaches the cactus. He sticks it with the machete, but a loud thud can be heard. TPK tries once more, same result, he then feels the cactus. What kind of weirdo would make a concrete cactus?
Frank: Hey, man. Could you not assault the park decor? That's expensive pal. Also, dude, tell your buddy to put on some pants, he's freaking out the children.
The shot widens, an amusement park can now be clearly seen in the background. A slightly chubby balding man, with a park uniform, and the nametag Frank can be seen staring at this bizarre duo.
TPK: Damnit Frank, what did I say? I give you an extra hundred dollars, and you keep the crowd away from this section of the park.
Frank: Well yeah, but you guys only paid me for an hour, and ya'll spent the night here. That's definitely against park rules. The heck you guys doing anyway?
TPK: Ah, you know. Survival training, getting ready for a match, the usual.
Frank: Does your friend know that? He's over there giving that cactus a good talkin' to.
TPK: Shit, did I forget to tell Matt? I knew there was something I'd been meaning to tell him.
El Acido: ...but all I'm saying, is that if you weren't a real cactus this whole time, you could have told me. Look, I gotta go talk to that dude over there, but feel free to write, I buried my e-mail address right by your feet there. Psycho, what's going on, who is that.
TPK: Him oh he's...he...OH MY GOD WE'RE SAVED! Will you please get us out of this god forsaken wasteland *TPK holds up a note out of Matto's view that says $3.50 if you play along.*
Frank: *sigh* Yeah, fine. Let's go!
As TPK rushes up to Frank, he acts like he's embracing his savior, while he's really just slipping the tree fiddy in his back pocket.
El Acido: Hey, uh...Frank is it? Yeah, we were on our way to look for a couple of friends when my Jeep broke down here, do you kn...
Frank: You're Jeep isn't broken, it's...
El Acido: YOU FIXED IT! Oh my god, you rock!
The scene fades as the trio walk away from the concrete cactus, and toward the parking lot of the obscure amusement park.