Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2015 17:47:35 GMT
“Oh, c’mon duuuuude, don’t BE like this!”
Woody has his back to Grin and his arms are crossed. His note face looks like “|0_e|”. Grin pleads:
“I don’t make the rules, okay Woody? Like it or don’t, but POLLO makes the rules, and POLLO is the one who teamed me with El Vainillo, and ONLY with El Vainillo!”
Woody’s lower half kind of tips a little. The momentum makes Woody appear to move further away from Grin. Grin sighs:
“Fair point, man. Pollo’s not really in a good head-space these days after eating a fireball and almost drowning in gravy…”
Grin leans forward and slowly wraps one arm around Woody’s shoulders. Cut to Woody’s note face, which now says “hmph.” Grin shakes Woody like a bro and says:
“...but Pollo still signs our paychecks, dude! And if he wants to give this company’s Most Valuable Player a night off, then who are we to argue?”
Cut to Woody’s note face, which is rolling its eyes. Grin sighs:
“Tell you what. I’ll check with Pollo and see if I can get you officially added as a manager. You see, unlike SOME filthy maple-munchers I could mention, we don’t bring three pals, a manager, and half a fiesta de quinceañera to a singles match unannounced, because WE HAVE HONOR! I mean yeah, we might turn people’s brains into dog food in that ring, and then force feed that dog food to whoever looks at us funny, but we do it LEGIT!”
Cut to Woody. He’s now got a “thumbs up” emoji taped to his hand, but his note face is still all like “|e_e|”. Grin releases Woody’s shoulder and speaks:
“SPLENDID! Good chat, buddy! I sure do hope Pollo lets you be there, because even though I have Pollomania’s hottest new talent El Vainillo on my side, it’ll be even more awesome having Pollomania’s Original A+ Player and First-Slash-Best Scramble Champion EVAR at ringside to watch our backs!”
Cut to Woody. His note face says “aw shucks”. Grin speaks:
“Besides, have you SEEN this guy? It took five bastards, two chairs, and A FREAKING MIND CONTROL RAY to bring him down! He’s no Woody, sure, but he’s still red-hot and made of ultra-win, and what’s Doctor Crazy got, huh? Besides Jenga-Butts’ team full of goofballs that can’t even kill two guys in the desert correctly, I mean…”
Cut to Woody. He’s got wet sand on his head and shoulders. He’s holding up a gravy boat with three doll arms sticking out of it. Grin laughs:
“Exactly! Hey! That reminds me of a joke! WHAT’S BLACK AND WHITE AND RED ALL OVER?!”
Cut to Woody, who is shrugging. Grin growls:
“Me and Vainillo’s faces after the match... Because November 4th in Houston Texas is going to be a twisted bloodbath, and NO AMOUNT OF GOLD will protect Jenga-Butts and Señor Cuckoo-Bird from our righteous wrath! BET ON IT!”
Grin cackles madly as the scene fades to black.
(final count: 494 words, 1 alabaster-faced teammate, and 3 dolls all missing one of their arms)
Woody has his back to Grin and his arms are crossed. His note face looks like “|0_e|”. Grin pleads:
“I don’t make the rules, okay Woody? Like it or don’t, but POLLO makes the rules, and POLLO is the one who teamed me with El Vainillo, and ONLY with El Vainillo!”
Woody’s lower half kind of tips a little. The momentum makes Woody appear to move further away from Grin. Grin sighs:
“Fair point, man. Pollo’s not really in a good head-space these days after eating a fireball and almost drowning in gravy…”
Grin leans forward and slowly wraps one arm around Woody’s shoulders. Cut to Woody’s note face, which now says “hmph.” Grin shakes Woody like a bro and says:
“...but Pollo still signs our paychecks, dude! And if he wants to give this company’s Most Valuable Player a night off, then who are we to argue?”
Cut to Woody’s note face, which is rolling its eyes. Grin sighs:
“Tell you what. I’ll check with Pollo and see if I can get you officially added as a manager. You see, unlike SOME filthy maple-munchers I could mention, we don’t bring three pals, a manager, and half a fiesta de quinceañera to a singles match unannounced, because WE HAVE HONOR! I mean yeah, we might turn people’s brains into dog food in that ring, and then force feed that dog food to whoever looks at us funny, but we do it LEGIT!”
Cut to Woody. He’s now got a “thumbs up” emoji taped to his hand, but his note face is still all like “|e_e|”. Grin releases Woody’s shoulder and speaks:
“SPLENDID! Good chat, buddy! I sure do hope Pollo lets you be there, because even though I have Pollomania’s hottest new talent El Vainillo on my side, it’ll be even more awesome having Pollomania’s Original A+ Player and First-Slash-Best Scramble Champion EVAR at ringside to watch our backs!”
Cut to Woody. His note face says “aw shucks”. Grin speaks:
“Besides, have you SEEN this guy? It took five bastards, two chairs, and A FREAKING MIND CONTROL RAY to bring him down! He’s no Woody, sure, but he’s still red-hot and made of ultra-win, and what’s Doctor Crazy got, huh? Besides Jenga-Butts’ team full of goofballs that can’t even kill two guys in the desert correctly, I mean…”
Cut to Woody. He’s got wet sand on his head and shoulders. He’s holding up a gravy boat with three doll arms sticking out of it. Grin laughs:
“Exactly! Hey! That reminds me of a joke! WHAT’S BLACK AND WHITE AND RED ALL OVER?!”
Cut to Woody, who is shrugging. Grin growls:
“Me and Vainillo’s faces after the match... Because November 4th in Houston Texas is going to be a twisted bloodbath, and NO AMOUNT OF GOLD will protect Jenga-Butts and Señor Cuckoo-Bird from our righteous wrath! BET ON IT!”
Grin cackles madly as the scene fades to black.
(final count: 494 words, 1 alabaster-faced teammate, and 3 dolls all missing one of their arms)