Post by Freakke on Dec 14, 2010 9:44:23 GMT -6
Hexx-avier the Red Nosed Voodoo
Had a Very Tubby Gut
And if you Ever Saw It
You would have to say...
DAMN!!!
--- The Basement of Hexx' Mother ---
”So basically you want me and Mr. Happy to tag along with you on this crazy thrill ride adventure to save Christmas from an evil dictator who traveled time, became a doctor, and came back to now to be a dictator again just so you can get a new shiny X-Box?”
”Pretty much. And its a PS3.”
”You do know we make enough to buy a hundred of those things on one pay check, right?”
”You still live with your mother.”
”Touche. Anyhow I don't celebrate Christmas.”
Freakke paused.
”OK, but you still owe me for kidnapping me.”
”You threatened me with soap!”
”You hit me on the head with the frying pan.”
”Lavender. Soap.”
”Frying. Pan.”
The two glared at each other a moment before a third voice joined in.
”Vanilla. Pudding.”
Freakke turned to find Mr. Happy hovering uncomfortably close to himself.
”Does Happy live with you Hexx?”
”Practically. I stopped changing the locks after a while.”
Freakke looked back at Happy, who sat there with a wide, creepy smile on his face. The smaller clown slid away a tad and was followed very closely.
”Yeah he does that.”
Freakke sighed and shook his head.
”Look, your the last guys I came too. I need help and your it.”
”No.”
”I can't save Christmas without you guys...as sad and pathetic as it may seem....”
”No.”
”WE'RE GONNA SAVE CHRISTMAS!!! WOOT WOOT!!!”
”No Happy, we aren't going to save Christmas. Freakke is just insane.”
”But..but..but...”
”No.”
Mr. Happy began to puppy eye Hexx as Freakke inched away again.
”No Happy. We aren't saving Christmas”
”Please?”
”No.”
Silence.
”There is no way in any Hell that I'm going to help either of you save Christmas...”
--- Freakke's Van, Thirty Minutes Later, On the Highway ---
”I can't believe I'm going to help you idiots save Christmas.”
”I knew the puppy eyes would work.”
”Happy...you hogtied me and threw me in the van. How does that constitute your puppy eyes working?”
”I unno.”
”Well, you might not be the greatest side kicks in the world but at least your something.”
”YAY! We're sidekicks!”
”I hate you both...”
To Be Continued...
Had a Very Tubby Gut
And if you Ever Saw It
You would have to say...
DAMN!!!
--- The Basement of Hexx' Mother ---
”So basically you want me and Mr. Happy to tag along with you on this crazy thrill ride adventure to save Christmas from an evil dictator who traveled time, became a doctor, and came back to now to be a dictator again just so you can get a new shiny X-Box?”
”Pretty much. And its a PS3.”
”You do know we make enough to buy a hundred of those things on one pay check, right?”
”You still live with your mother.”
”Touche. Anyhow I don't celebrate Christmas.”
Freakke paused.
”OK, but you still owe me for kidnapping me.”
”You threatened me with soap!”
”You hit me on the head with the frying pan.”
”Lavender. Soap.”
”Frying. Pan.”
The two glared at each other a moment before a third voice joined in.
”Vanilla. Pudding.”
Freakke turned to find Mr. Happy hovering uncomfortably close to himself.
”Does Happy live with you Hexx?”
”Practically. I stopped changing the locks after a while.”
Freakke looked back at Happy, who sat there with a wide, creepy smile on his face. The smaller clown slid away a tad and was followed very closely.
”Yeah he does that.”
Freakke sighed and shook his head.
”Look, your the last guys I came too. I need help and your it.”
”No.”
”I can't save Christmas without you guys...as sad and pathetic as it may seem....”
”No.”
”WE'RE GONNA SAVE CHRISTMAS!!! WOOT WOOT!!!”
”No Happy, we aren't going to save Christmas. Freakke is just insane.”
”But..but..but...”
”No.”
Mr. Happy began to puppy eye Hexx as Freakke inched away again.
”No Happy. We aren't saving Christmas”
”Please?”
”No.”
Silence.
”There is no way in any Hell that I'm going to help either of you save Christmas...”
--- Freakke's Van, Thirty Minutes Later, On the Highway ---
”I can't believe I'm going to help you idiots save Christmas.”
”I knew the puppy eyes would work.”
”Happy...you hogtied me and threw me in the van. How does that constitute your puppy eyes working?”
”I unno.”
”Well, you might not be the greatest side kicks in the world but at least your something.”
”YAY! We're sidekicks!”
”I hate you both...”
To Be Continued...