Post by Buck U Productions on Oct 2, 2015 2:46:49 GMT
*Scene: A diner, location unknown. The camera pans through the crowded interior before settling on a table in the darkest corner of the diner where we find El Tigre de Jengibre sitting with Brutus Smith.*
"You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant," Tigre sings, he stops to laugh before saying, "Except for Alice that is.
"I've been coming here with Brute since my thirteenth birthday. Of course it's not actually called 'Alice's Restaurant', I'm not about to tell you it's true name. Let's just say that when I tell you that you can get whatever you want, I mean it."
He holds up a long crispy object.
"Tarantula leg?"
The camera shakes "no".
"Pity, caught this one myself back in San Diego."
He laughs and takes a bite.
"Willy, we aren't that different, you and I: We were both raised in single parent homes; we both love exotica animals."
He stops to pick his teeth with a peacock feather and laughs.
"We also arrived in Pollomania around the same time. You were already Supremo champion when that happened and I was a mere psychopath, waiting for my opportunity to shine."
He laughs again.
"Going into our match next week in El Paso, we have one more thing in common; we both need to win. Do you completely grasp what's happening? We find our ourselves at a tipping point. You need to win to maintain the status quo, to keep this ship on a steady course. I need to win as well; not to please my father or bring glory to the Canadian Embassy. No, I need to win for vindication! I need to win to prove that I'm as good as I say I am! I need to win to turn this motherfucking company on its head and lead it down the dark road to hell!
"October 7th in El Paso, Texas, "Disorder in the House", it'll be the biggest match in Pollomania's brief history. Whoever wins will shape the direction this company will take. Let me ask you something: how does knowing that all that stands between me and recreating Pollomania in my own image is you? You should be terrified, I know I am."
A pleasant plump woman approaches the table and places two covered platters down before El Tigre and Brute.
"Here ya go, Honey, just like you ordered."
Tigre takes her hand and kisses it.
"Thank you, Alice. As always, it is such an honor to eat in your fine establishment."
Alice blushes and giggles to herself as she walks away. Brute lifts the lid off his platter and begins eating a bowl of odd looking red soup.
When Tigre lifts his there is a monkey's head with the top removed.
"I so love chilled monkey's brains," Tigre laughs as the scene fades.
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"You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant," Tigre sings, he stops to laugh before saying, "Except for Alice that is.
"I've been coming here with Brute since my thirteenth birthday. Of course it's not actually called 'Alice's Restaurant', I'm not about to tell you it's true name. Let's just say that when I tell you that you can get whatever you want, I mean it."
He holds up a long crispy object.
"Tarantula leg?"
The camera shakes "no".
"Pity, caught this one myself back in San Diego."
He laughs and takes a bite.
"Willy, we aren't that different, you and I: We were both raised in single parent homes; we both love exotica animals."
He stops to pick his teeth with a peacock feather and laughs.
"We also arrived in Pollomania around the same time. You were already Supremo champion when that happened and I was a mere psychopath, waiting for my opportunity to shine."
He laughs again.
"Going into our match next week in El Paso, we have one more thing in common; we both need to win. Do you completely grasp what's happening? We find our ourselves at a tipping point. You need to win to maintain the status quo, to keep this ship on a steady course. I need to win as well; not to please my father or bring glory to the Canadian Embassy. No, I need to win for vindication! I need to win to prove that I'm as good as I say I am! I need to win to turn this motherfucking company on its head and lead it down the dark road to hell!
"October 7th in El Paso, Texas, "Disorder in the House", it'll be the biggest match in Pollomania's brief history. Whoever wins will shape the direction this company will take. Let me ask you something: how does knowing that all that stands between me and recreating Pollomania in my own image is you? You should be terrified, I know I am."
A pleasant plump woman approaches the table and places two covered platters down before El Tigre and Brute.
"Here ya go, Honey, just like you ordered."
Tigre takes her hand and kisses it.
"Thank you, Alice. As always, it is such an honor to eat in your fine establishment."
Alice blushes and giggles to herself as she walks away. Brute lifts the lid off his platter and begins eating a bowl of odd looking red soup.
When Tigre lifts his there is a monkey's head with the top removed.
"I so love chilled monkey's brains," Tigre laughs as the scene fades.
(499 words)