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 ||Sitting in his rental Mini, Weezle fumbles around for his keys with his left hand, as his right hand is still holding Lemon. After a bit of fidgeting, Weezle frees his keys, puts them in the ignition, and starts the car.|| ||Then he realizes something.|| Why... If I'm holding lemon with one hand... That means I have to steer and change gears with my left hand...... Bah, no biggee. ||Confident in his driving abilities, Weezle eases the car into first and slowly takes off.|| ||After a bit of a struggle, Weezle manages to make it back to the inn that he, Keoki, and Ravyn are staying at. In one piece, surprisingly enough.|| ||As Weezle walks up to the front entrance, he looks through the large windows and sees Keoki and Ravyn eating brunch in the dining area. Once Weezle gets inside, he walks into the dining area, and walks up to Ravyn.|| Honeeeeeey, I'm HOOOOooooome! ||Ravyn and Keoki turn and look at Weezle. Just as Ravyn is about to say something, she notices the lemon in Weezle's right hand, and stops herself. Her face instantly changes expression from happy to confused... to slightly scared.|| What the hell is that? It's Lemon. Yea... Okay... Second question, why are you holding a squished lemon? Because he pissed on people. ...What? You see, I was out for a little stroll, and this little arsebiscuit came up to me, saying he was a Judas Priest fan. I wanted to say something, but didn't want to get in trouble for swearing at a little kid, so Lemon bailed you out. Have you been eating paint again? Haha... Wait... No, I don't think so. But anyway, then the kid's big, honkin' mother comes up to me, and I was afraid she was going to crush me, when Lemon bailed me out again. That... wait, what?! Yea, he pissed in their eyes, allowing me to escape. ||Ravyn closes her eyes, rubs her forehead, pinches her cheeks, then opens her eyes. She then looks back up at Weezle, who is still holding on to lemon.|| Nope, this really is true. Well, I'm going... somewhere. Give me the keys. ||Weezle tosses Ravyn the keys to the Mini, which are slightly covered in lemon juice.|| Well this is great... ||Ravyn walks off, allowing Weezle to sit down in the now vacant seat across from Keoki.|| So how's it hangin', chico? Not too bad. My knee is getting a little better. I think I am ready to go back to the ring. Too bad. You heard the doctor, it's gonna be a while before your knee is strong enough. Like I said, the minute you're ready to come back, you can kick Big Red's ass and recapture the TXT for Destruction. ||Keoki stares down Weezle, but finally gives in, knowing he has no other option.|| Okay. Now, what is the deal with this... lemon? Like I said, he both helped and amused me by pissing in peoples eyes at the market. So I brought him back here. ||Keoki looks at the lemon, noticing how crushed it is.|| Isn't he a little... damaged? Bah, pain is temporary. Do you have to keep holding him? ||Weezle looks at Lemon, and after a bit of pondering, places him on the table.|| There you go, Lemon. So, you have to team up with Big Red this again this week? Yep. HAVE to. I hate this! I mean, thi--Hey. HEY! ||As Weezle was talking, one of the workers came by to clear the table, and took Lemon with her. Weezle chased her down, grabbed Lemon, and squirted some juice in her eyes.|| HAHA!! Take THAT!! Lemon got so pissed off... That you got pissed ON!! ||Weezle walks back over to the table Keoki is sitting at, and sits back down.|| This guy tried to cost me the titles last week. How can I trust him? The answer... I can't. It's a good thing I ran into Lemon, otherwise I'd be screwed. ||As Keoki finishes his toast, the manager comes up to the table and starts talking to Weezle.|| Sir... Did you squirt one of my workers with lemon juice? Technically... yes. Well then, sir, I would kindly ask that you apologize. ||As the worker walks out from the kitchen area, her eyes very red, Weezle leans over in his chair.|| HEY LADY!! I'M SORRY LEMON PISSED ON YOU!! There we go. Sorry about that. I'll try to keep my friend under control. You done Keoki? ||As Keoki puts the last bit of toast in his mouth, he nods his head and gets up. Then he and Weezle leave the dining area, as the manager stands, looking on at Weezle, quite flabbergasted as to what has just transpired.|| ||End|| |
