Post by Buck U Productions on Sept 20, 2015 19:30:28 GMT
Brutus and Holy are training in the Embassy gym when Charlotte O'Neal walks in followed by two agents carrying large bags.
"Look at all these e-mails we received," she huffs, as the agents empty the bags of papers all out on the floor.
Brute picks up one of the pages and quickly reads it. He frowns before crumpling it up in a ball and tosses it, hitting one of the agents square between the eyes and knocking him down.
"'I hope the Broken Hipsters...' Ooo, that's not very nice," Holly exclaims throwing away another paper.
"I know," Charlotte exclaims, "Most of them are like that. No one wants to see us win the Three Cup Chicken Trios, not even our fellow Canadians! There's even one from my grandmother telling me she wishes Grandpa was alive to take me behind the barn and take a switch to my posterior."
Holly giggles.
"Sounds like fun," she laughs.
Charlotte shakes her head and looks at Brute.
"I'm seriously regretting what we did to Thing One and Thing Two. With the proper methods, we might have managed to turn one of them into a worthy partner for you and Tigre for the tournament."
"HEY!"
"Oh Holly Honey, it's noting personal. It's just... well if we manage to win the tournament without you getting pregnant in the process, it well be nothing short of a miracle.”
Holly giggles again
“El Hijo del Pollo could make me a member of the High Mile club any day in his jet!”
“Holly, can’t you be serious for even a moment,” Charlotte asks while rubbing her temples.
“This is frustrating! We’re the only real home team representing Pollomania. Everyother team has only one roster member at best and some are complete outsiders. The only reason Los Knuckleheads and Team Omega Combat were even at Tijuana Takedown was to adbvertise the tournament. Why aren’t the fans supporting us?”
“I am Brute.”
“Oh, besides that,” Charlotte replies, waving him off, “He didn’t actually hurt anyone with those fires, not badly any way. Speaking of which, where is our resident psychopath.”
“He’s in his room, staring into a candle again,” Holly answered, “He says he has to mentally prepare to ‘do what has to be done’. I’m not sure what that means. I miss the old him a lot.”
“I imagine a lot of people do,” Charlotte quips, “There’s several who probably regret not treating him better as well.”
She turns to the two agents as one of them is helping the other to his feet.
“Gather these all up and take them to El Tigre’s chamber. If he needs any motivation to do what he has to, this should be enough.”
“Hey there’s one here addressed to you and I,” Holly says, handing Charlotte a page.
Charlotte blanches as she reads.
“A jar of honey, a lava lamp and a midget in a bear costume. How’s that even possible? Wait a minute, this is signed by El Hijo de Pollo!!!”
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"Look at all these e-mails we received," she huffs, as the agents empty the bags of papers all out on the floor.
Brute picks up one of the pages and quickly reads it. He frowns before crumpling it up in a ball and tosses it, hitting one of the agents square between the eyes and knocking him down.
"'I hope the Broken Hipsters...' Ooo, that's not very nice," Holly exclaims throwing away another paper.
"I know," Charlotte exclaims, "Most of them are like that. No one wants to see us win the Three Cup Chicken Trios, not even our fellow Canadians! There's even one from my grandmother telling me she wishes Grandpa was alive to take me behind the barn and take a switch to my posterior."
Holly giggles.
"Sounds like fun," she laughs.
Charlotte shakes her head and looks at Brute.
"I'm seriously regretting what we did to Thing One and Thing Two. With the proper methods, we might have managed to turn one of them into a worthy partner for you and Tigre for the tournament."
"HEY!"
"Oh Holly Honey, it's noting personal. It's just... well if we manage to win the tournament without you getting pregnant in the process, it well be nothing short of a miracle.”
Holly giggles again
“El Hijo del Pollo could make me a member of the High Mile club any day in his jet!”
“Holly, can’t you be serious for even a moment,” Charlotte asks while rubbing her temples.
“This is frustrating! We’re the only real home team representing Pollomania. Everyother team has only one roster member at best and some are complete outsiders. The only reason Los Knuckleheads and Team Omega Combat were even at Tijuana Takedown was to adbvertise the tournament. Why aren’t the fans supporting us?”
“I am Brute.”
“Oh, besides that,” Charlotte replies, waving him off, “He didn’t actually hurt anyone with those fires, not badly any way. Speaking of which, where is our resident psychopath.”
“He’s in his room, staring into a candle again,” Holly answered, “He says he has to mentally prepare to ‘do what has to be done’. I’m not sure what that means. I miss the old him a lot.”
“I imagine a lot of people do,” Charlotte quips, “There’s several who probably regret not treating him better as well.”
She turns to the two agents as one of them is helping the other to his feet.
“Gather these all up and take them to El Tigre’s chamber. If he needs any motivation to do what he has to, this should be enough.”
“Hey there’s one here addressed to you and I,” Holly says, handing Charlotte a page.
Charlotte blanches as she reads.
“A jar of honey, a lava lamp and a midget in a bear costume. How’s that even possible? Wait a minute, this is signed by El Hijo de Pollo!!!”
(499 words)