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| The camera opens with light. One solid light. As the camera pulls away from the lightbulb, it goes black. Voices are heard in the background. People running, screaming, and a hell is broke loose. Weird noises...people crying. The camera comes back to life, you see a nurse. Besides her, er rather behind her; is The Mustang. She points in a direction, and he does aswell with an erection. He starts walking that way, starting to cry. Wimpering if you will. Let's see whats the matter.} --=THE MUSTANG=-- (SCREAMING) WHY!?!?!? WHY!?!?!?! Oh God why? Why must you take away my best friend, my partner in this world. What did I ever do to You? I go out, and make my life with what I make of it, and I get this, the shaft! {The Mustang now looks at the camera, and pokes himself in the eye. His eye is now watering more.} --=THE MUSTANG=-- You see Eugene, you are not the only one with problems. Your partner in life is out now, and so is mine. I tell you, it absolutely sucks! I am now, and forever sorry for hurting you, Martha, and Author. I just lose it sometimes, I just do. I felt rage over me. We needed heat, I don't know the reason now, as it has passed, but I am deeply sorry, from the bottom of my heart, as Bandit is aswell. {He knocks on a door, and walks in. Directly to the left, is a person, under a sheet, this person can not be seen.} --=THE MUSTANG=-- You see, her lies my partner, high on morphine. So they can't feel the pain. You see Eugene, you are not the only one with someone in the need of medical attention, because here lies my partner . {The Mustang reaches for the bottom of the sheet, and the end of bed, by this person's feet.} --=THE MUSTANG=-- Look, I SAID LOOK! My parnter's foot, right here, they suffer from a stubbing. That's right, they stubbed their toe, they are layed out in the hospital, and I am emotionally wrecked. I don't think I can beat you this Tuesday, or beat you for the Tag Titles at Mind Games! Now, you must be wondering, how did they get hurt? Well, when I and Mustang were beating you guys up for the second time at Lightning, he stub his toe when he shoved his foot so far up your ass. Now, you must know, who is under this sheet. The Mustang lifts the sheet, and The Bandit lies on the bed. --=THE BANDIT=-- You see, we don't care about you, Author, or your dear old Martha. If you wanna whine to someone, find someone who gives a damn. I am sure no one else cares, as we don't! Further more, you guys make us sick, and now you will pay for it. Until those belts our around our waste. That is our key purpose. We thrive on seeing you guys sad, because it makes us feel good. So come Tuesday, expect to be anoter victim of... --=THE MUSTANG=-- ...Grand Theft Auto! {The Bandit stands up, and they presume out the door. The Bandit goes to check out the babies, and The Mustang goes to check out the nurses. |
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