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TREE! TREE!! Weezle paces down the hall, trying to find Tree. Weezle jiggles the door knobs of every room he passes, and eventually finds a door that is unlocked. Weezle opens the door and sticks his head into the room. Tree! TR--oh. Sorry sir. I didn't mean to disturb you and your whore. Have you by any chance seen Tree around? Weezle stares at the old man and the young hooker, who both shake their heads. Okie-dokie. Well, thanks for your help anyways. Weezle starts to leave the room, but stops and turns to the hooker and old man. Remeber, 'Sex is cleaner when you wrap your weener.' The hooker and old man look ate each other as Weezle leaves the room and continues his search for Tree. After searching the entire hallway, Weezle ends up at the split where he, Brendan, and Jenni split up to 'search for Tree'. Hmph. Where are they? I gotta get to bed soon, so I can't wait here for them. Ah well, I'm sure if they found Tree, they'll put him up for the night. I just hope they don't keep Tree up all night with their baby-making. Hehehe...POW! Weezle finds his way to the front lobby, continously searching for Tree and thinking of Jenni naked. Finally, Weezle stops at the front door's leading out to the street. Uh-oh. Weezle stands behind the glass doors and stares out into the night. Eventually, one of the workers comes out from behind the desk. The middle-aged woman curiously approaches Weezle. Is something wrong sir? Something could be wrong. What is it? Do you need a cab? Do you want a room? No, it's not that. It's night. I'm alone. I'm sorry sir, but we're not that kind of establishment. Really? Go take a look in room 327. Ahhh...327...Anyway, it's not that either. Then what is it? It's the rules of the game! Whenever I'm alone, I'm at risk of being killed by the Sunrise Killer! Sir, it's just a tv sh-- Come to think of it...oh no! TREE!! Tree is alone! He could be lying in the street, covered in his own...umm...sap. The Sunrise Killer could be after him right now! I've GOT to find him! Weezle runs out throught the doors and into the street, almost getting runover by a massively-oversized SUV. The driver honks and speeds away, as Weezle shakes his fist at the Escalade and shouts. I'M ON TO YOU!! I WILL WIN YOUR SICK AND TWISTED GAMES!! I WILL GET PAYBACK FOR YOU KILLING THAT HOT CHICK LAST WEEK!!! Weezle starts walking down the sidewalk, staring down everyone he meets, occasionally threatening people and accusing them of being the Sunrise Killer. As Weezle walks away from the core of the city, he meets less people on his search for Tree. TREEEEEeeeee!! Where ARRRrrrreee youuuu!! In the dim light, Weezle spots a long, stick-like thing next to a garbage can. Is that you Tree? Weezle bends over, and grabs what turns out to be a cat's tail. The cat hisses and jumps up at Weezle, clawing him in the face and on his arms. OWIE-OWIE-OWIE!! Weezle pulls the cat off his face and boots it down an alley. Take that, pussy. Weezle wipes the blood from his face and arms as he continues walking down the sidewalk. When he looks up, he see's a big, dark figure approaching him. Oh crap. Weezle turns and starts to run away, but he stops. Oooh...what to do! Keep looking for Tree, or run? He could have killed Tree by now, or he could be just about to find him. Maybe Tree is someplace else, and not in any danger. Yes, I like that last one. I think Tree's safe, so now I may run. BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Weezle runs non-stop until he arrives back at the hotel where Brendan and Jenni are staying. Weezle runs into the lobbey and hides behind a couch so he can't be seen from the door. Did you find your friend? No, but he'll be fine. Do you have a room available? Yes we do. $125 a night. Ok. Weezle pays for the room, gets his key, and heads to the elevator. Weezle gets to the third floor, and as he gets out, he stares up to the security camera. I'm on to you. Weezle gets to his room, pulls out his key, and unlocks the door. HE-HEE!! Tiny soap! Weezle plays with the mini-soaps and mini-bottle of shampoo, then turns on the tv. Hmmm...wonder if anything good is on. Crap. Crap. Crap. Porno!? Damn. Stupid pay-per-view. Crap. Crap. Women's Entertainment?! EEEEWWWWW!!! Ooh! Here we go! Star Trek! The Trouble With Tribbles!! YES!!! Weezle jumps onto the bed, still holding the soap and shampoo bottle, starts watching Star Trek. During the next commercial break, Weezle gets an idea and picks up the phone. Hello, Front Desk?...Yes, can I speak to Brendan Campbell?...Thanks........Hey Bre--Jenni? What are you still doing there?...Yea, I been worried about Tree too. Did you guys find him?...Ooh...Yea, He's probably just out partying...Ok...Sorry bout interrupting you...Listen, if Tree comes to your room, can yo-- Hello? Hello?? Hmph. She must be having problems with her phone. Weezle hangs up the phone, but gets another idea and quickly picks it back up. Front Desk, have you seen Tree?...Oh...damn...Can I make a room-service order?...Ok, a bacon-double cheeseburger, some fries and gravy, a bag of Bit's N Bite's, the biggest jug you have full of root beer, and a Caeser Salad. I gotta watch what I eat y'know...Ok...Thanks. Yum-yum-yum...I can't wait til ma food get's here, right Tree? Oh...yeah... Weezle looks around the room and see's...nothing. Weezle get's up and walks over to the window. Don't worry Tree. I'll find you. You just stay alive. And if anyone tries to push you around, just say 'OWW! My back!' Then kick 'em in the nuts! Weezle his hand up to the cool glass, and stares across the dark city. Tree... |
