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| {No, GTA is not at neither K-Mart or a Mall. But instead, they are sitting down for a nice meal before their match tommorow night. And who is the King of fast food...well ofcourse Burger King. King of Burgers...ah...well lets fade in, and bask in the joy of Grease!} {They are sitting at a two person table, against a wall. The Bandit is unwrapping a BK Big Fish, and The Mustang is staring at his 'Whopper'.} --=THE BANDIT=-- Well, this should be interesting. {The Bandit goes to take a bite, when a squeaky, wining, noise is heard. It is very soft, and very subtle. He looks up, and is reassure with his first thought, by the unhealthy smell.} --=THE BANDIT=-- (Whispering) What the hell, was that you? --=THE MUSTANG=-- What are you talking about? --=THE BANDIT=-- Did you just rip ass? --=THE MUSTANG=-- Hell no...I may be sick, but not in public bro. {They look at eachother, and then out around the restaurant. They finally meet eyes again, and then throw their food down.} --=THE BANDIT=-- This calls for an investigation! --=THE MUSTANG=-- Rightio tallywhacker! --=THE BANDIT=-- What!? That isn't old English. --=THE MUSTANG=-- Oh, you're right, I just like saying tallywhacker. --=THE BANDIT=-- Come on, let's go this way first. {They get down on the floor, and start crawling under tables, unnoticably...ofcourse. They crawl under the first table, and stop.} --=THE MUSTANG=-- Whoa...oh...what is that smell? --=THE BANDIT=-- Nah...I don't think that is it...I think that is her...well, let's say the cat's out of the bag. --=THE MUSTANG=-- You mean her pus... --=THE BANDIT=-- Whoa, someone might hear us. {They continue on to the next table, this time something does smell bad...} --=THE MUSTANG=-- WE HAVE A WINNER! {They stand up...} --=THE BANDIT=-- Hey, sir, was that you? --=MAN=-- Was that me what? --=THE BANDIT=-- Okay, it wasn't him. {They get back down, and crawl around, until they bump into something...or someone. It just happens to be a middle-aged, woman, of Burger King. They look up.} --=WOMAN=-- Can I help you gentlemen...? {They begin to stand up, when they stop around her waist. They begin to cough bad, eventually starting to choke. They get to their feet, and just start running. They make it out the door.} --=THE BANDIT=-- Oh Good God! --=THE MUSTANG=-- I am never, ever eating at Burger King, or anyother fast food restaurant again. Man, did you see how close we came to eating that food, I would have been sick for days...and we have a match tommorow. --=THE BANDIT=-- It woulnd't have matter, there is only going to be one guy tommorow, atleast it was they are saying. But, we could most likely win anyway, but lets get out of here. We need to get some descent food...hey! I think I say a Ramano's Macaroni Grill on the way, let's head over their. {They head over to their 1969 Mustang Convertible, and hop in. They drive off until they reach their destinato!} |
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