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 ||As the waiter walks away, Brendan reaches over for a biscuit before sparking up conversation.|| So......... How about them biscuits? ...Well... I've haven't actually eaten one yet. You see... I've only just grabbed it... ||Weezle stares at Brendan as he breaks it in half.|| ...Yes? Eat it! I will! ...Now! Okay! Geesh... ||Weezle watches intently as Brendan takes a bite out of the biscuit and eats it.|| SO HOW WAS IT?! Good. Good? Very good. It sure is. So how do you like teaming with Xtreme? *ahem* Oh yea... Master Xtreme. He seems pretty cool. Love the robe. You don't find him a little... odd? No, not really. You sure? Yeah-huh. Master Xtreme. Yep. The guy that thinks he's a Jedi. Whoa now! He IS a Jedi! ...Are you sure you only had two drinks? ||Weezle leans over, glaring at Brendan.|| Leave the ice tea out of this! ...Okay, you're cut off for a week. Damn! So you don't think Master Xtreme is a little off? Meh, he's fine. Been there, done that, still have the bracelet from the institution. He'll be fine. Yea, I guss you'd know, heh. And what does that mean?!? Well, you know... The whole Tree thing. Yea... And Banana... Those were good times... I mean, Banana Man? The whole Mu Gu Guy Pen thing? *sigh*... I wish I could remember all those. Wait... I can remember them! They ruled! "Gabbage Can" and the whole Trash Can Man thing? Then there was Slinkee, Pepe, Twig... Those were the days... Thank God they're behind us. No, don't thank God. Thank the fine scientists at Proctor&Gamble. These yellow pills keep the voices away. Good for them! Well... Most of the time. ...Guess not everything's perfect. But it's good enough, know what I mean? Can't say as I do. Well, if you did know, you'd say, 'Yes, that's right.' In that case, yes, that's right. ||Weezle responds in an angry, slightly slurred voice.|| YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!! That's it... Cut off for a month! DAMNIT!! So you're not overtly concerned with Jedi man? As long as he doesn't whip out his lightsabre in a theatre, gets in trouble with the manager, argues, gets the police involved, gets sued by the old lady sitting beside him, and has his picture plastered all over the tabloids, he'll be fine. ||Brendan stares at Weezle, blinks a few times, before finally coming up with a response.|| What? You know, like what happened to Pee Wee Herman. You're comparing Xtreme to Pee Wee-- You know, what, forget it. Enough of Master Xtreme. Next subject. How abou them Yankees?! They lost to the Angels. Oh? Yea. ...The Yankees. Yes, Mike. They lost to the Angels in four games. But... Yes, the Yankees. But... Yes, the Angels. But... For God's sake, the Yankees lost to the Angels in four games! ...Well I'll be damned... The Angels. NO MORE BASEBALL!! Okay. How about Big Red? Heh, Big Red. Now THAT guy is weird! How so? Timeline time! Back when Sov put us together, he wanted the TXT titles badly. He wanted to put our past behind us, and work together. We won, and when I took his belt, he kept trying to 'impress' me so that I would give it to him. Then, when we were put in the split-title match, he came out and said that he didn't give a rats ass about the titles. A couple days later, he said that he really wanted to win the titles, prove himself or something. A couple days after THAT, he says that the titles meant nothing to him. He's confusing as hell! He's not gay, he's just a woman! Then he lashes out at everyone else. You want to know what I think? I'm not too sure that I do. I think he's got some bad cramping issues going on. Cramping? Yeah, you know, 'woman problems.' Woman problems. Hey hey! You're like a portable version of Instant Replay! Where's John Madden to make the witty comment? Probably at the buffet, hehe. Hmm? You see... because he's big. ||Weezle stares at Brendan, raising an eyebrow in confusion.|| You see... The man likes butter... *John Madden voice* Mmmmm... Butter. That stuff is better than '73 Dolphins! The what now? The '73 Dolphins... The year they went undefeated. So what you're saying is... Nevermind! Hey look, here comes our food. ||The waiter comes up with a tray holding several plates.|| Here you go sirs. Would you care for some refills? Yes please. Yes, and could you w-- DON'T even think about it! What? I was just going to ask for... a... lime wedge! Yea! Sir, the ice tea comes with a lime wedge, and when I brought you your ice tea, you went 'psh-pah!' and threw it at a kid that was walking by. You can't prove that! You were going to ask for him to spike it, weren't you. ...Yes. Just normal ice tea. No lime wedge for him. ||As the waiter grabs the glasses and walks away, Brendan shakes his head.|| Damn waiter, thinks he's all that. ||To Be Continued|| |
