CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"What the hell was that out there, Brad?"
"What? Relax, man..."
"You cracked Nick Frood right in the face, broke his nose! He was bleeding all over the ring hardway!"
"Hehe, Nick Frood, should be Nick Food! Fat bastard! Lighten up, Charlie."
"I will not lighten up! What the helll's happened to you?"
"He stiffed me first, the fat bas...turd.. Hehe, basturd. How come now one ever says that?"
"It was an accident when he did it..."
"Yeah, because he's a clumsy fat piece of shit who doesn't belong in the ring with me! Had to sort him out."
"Management isn't going to like it..."
"Come on Charlie boy, we both know what you mean! You mean YOU don't like it! You ARE management, as much as you try to act like one of the boys, we all know you aren't! When was the last time you did coke with the rest of us, eh? Haha!"
"You don't touch drugs..."
"HAHA!"
"Oh fuck...you're high."
"Drunk, actually. You're right, I don't touch drugs...used to drink though. When I was trying to make it big...it was almost a problem. But when I was hired by this company I gave up, I had the strength to give up because of all the big promises people like you were making. I'd get to the top on the strength of my my umm, what was it...oh yeah, the STRENGTH of my unequallised...unequalled? FUCK IT. The strength of my REALLY STRONG wrestling ability. Yeah. I'm the best in the ring, and everyone on this island knows it!"
"What island...what?"
"Haha! But look at me now! Jobbed out to fat bastards like Food just because I wouldn't be a racist or a woman beater...and you wonder why I'm drinking again."
"We'll get you help, if you have a problem..."
"You know what you can get me?"
"What's that?"
"Another fucking drink, Chuckie!"
"What? Relax, man..."
"You cracked Nick Frood right in the face, broke his nose! He was bleeding all over the ring hardway!"
"Hehe, Nick Frood, should be Nick Food! Fat bastard! Lighten up, Charlie."
"I will not lighten up! What the helll's happened to you?"
"He stiffed me first, the fat bas...turd.. Hehe, basturd. How come now one ever says that?"
"It was an accident when he did it..."
"Yeah, because he's a clumsy fat piece of shit who doesn't belong in the ring with me! Had to sort him out."
"Management isn't going to like it..."
"Come on Charlie boy, we both know what you mean! You mean YOU don't like it! You ARE management, as much as you try to act like one of the boys, we all know you aren't! When was the last time you did coke with the rest of us, eh? Haha!"
"You don't touch drugs..."
"HAHA!"
"Oh fuck...you're high."
"Drunk, actually. You're right, I don't touch drugs...used to drink though. When I was trying to make it big...it was almost a problem. But when I was hired by this company I gave up, I had the strength to give up because of all the big promises people like you were making. I'd get to the top on the strength of my my umm, what was it...oh yeah, the STRENGTH of my unequallised...unequalled? FUCK IT. The strength of my REALLY STRONG wrestling ability. Yeah. I'm the best in the ring, and everyone on this island knows it!"
"What island...what?"
"Haha! But look at me now! Jobbed out to fat bastards like Food just because I wouldn't be a racist or a woman beater...and you wonder why I'm drinking again."
"We'll get you help, if you have a problem..."
"You know what you can get me?"
"What's that?"
"Another fucking drink, Chuckie!"
