Post by ConfessionFPT on Apr 25, 2016 6:10:38 GMT
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The Grinch - electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/940/grinch
Jason Voorhees - electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/116/jason-voorhees
“So, it goes like this: I am not going to intentionally rhyme for you people. I know, I know, it happens in the books, the movie breaks down and gets into it too. But this ain’t no nursery rhyme, kiddo. This is the big time. After hearing that I can sneak into every house in a town, in one single night, and steal all of the shit impressed some important people. Now I do jobs out the wazoo, stealing shit, ya know? But here’s the thing, I only steal from assholes. Like that show Leverage, you ever seen Leverage? No? Ok, how about Robin Hood? Like that, except I get paid. As you may have noticed from the color of the fur, I like green. It my favorite ‘ting. I’m thinking maybe I help you with this you get me some more green for my cave pile, ok? Ok.”
The executives in the room sat in silence, the only sound came from shuffling papers.
A middle aged white man was the first to speak, “Why does he sound like Joe Peshi? I was expecting him to be a Seasame Street, like a cute thing."
The Grinch bore his yellow teeth, “You’re lucky I’m a reformed Grinch who is far too nice to rip your esophagus out of your stupid face.” He brushed some lint off his faux-Santa suit.
“That Is something I’d like to address,” an African American woman said from the other end of the table, “we understand that you are a mostly reformed criminal, that your master theif and escape artist, and you may have the most brilliant tactical mind I’ve ever seen,” at this point Amanda Waller leaned into the light, “but do you still have the fight in you?”
“Lady, I can hold my own. I'm a strong guy, when I wasn’t working out I lifted Santa’s entire sleigh over my head. It was cakewalk city. You don’t worry about me.”
“Hopefully we don’t have too.” And without warning every person at the conference table stood up and left the room. Leaving the Grinch alone.
“Uh, hello?” the doorways shut automatically and locked, “Is this a bathroom break, huh?”
The dark room was suddenly illuminated, harsh white light filling up the space that had been there before. The chairs and long table sunk into the ground, barely giving him enough time to make it to his feet. A new hole appeared out of the floor and introduced a new element.
Legendary killer Jason Voorhees rose from the ground, coated in metallic armor.
The Grinch gripped his long fingers into a fist, “What? No machete? No axe? Chainsaw.”
Jason had none of these, only laser red eyes and steel plated arms.
“I’m going to send you crying home to your momma.”
(So hopefully this is building to a thing, enjoy)
The Grinch - electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/940/grinch
Jason Voorhees - electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/116/jason-voorhees
“So, it goes like this: I am not going to intentionally rhyme for you people. I know, I know, it happens in the books, the movie breaks down and gets into it too. But this ain’t no nursery rhyme, kiddo. This is the big time. After hearing that I can sneak into every house in a town, in one single night, and steal all of the shit impressed some important people. Now I do jobs out the wazoo, stealing shit, ya know? But here’s the thing, I only steal from assholes. Like that show Leverage, you ever seen Leverage? No? Ok, how about Robin Hood? Like that, except I get paid. As you may have noticed from the color of the fur, I like green. It my favorite ‘ting. I’m thinking maybe I help you with this you get me some more green for my cave pile, ok? Ok.”
The executives in the room sat in silence, the only sound came from shuffling papers.
A middle aged white man was the first to speak, “Why does he sound like Joe Peshi? I was expecting him to be a Seasame Street, like a cute thing."
The Grinch bore his yellow teeth, “You’re lucky I’m a reformed Grinch who is far too nice to rip your esophagus out of your stupid face.” He brushed some lint off his faux-Santa suit.
“That Is something I’d like to address,” an African American woman said from the other end of the table, “we understand that you are a mostly reformed criminal, that your master theif and escape artist, and you may have the most brilliant tactical mind I’ve ever seen,” at this point Amanda Waller leaned into the light, “but do you still have the fight in you?”
“Lady, I can hold my own. I'm a strong guy, when I wasn’t working out I lifted Santa’s entire sleigh over my head. It was cakewalk city. You don’t worry about me.”
“Hopefully we don’t have too.” And without warning every person at the conference table stood up and left the room. Leaving the Grinch alone.
“Uh, hello?” the doorways shut automatically and locked, “Is this a bathroom break, huh?”
The dark room was suddenly illuminated, harsh white light filling up the space that had been there before. The chairs and long table sunk into the ground, barely giving him enough time to make it to his feet. A new hole appeared out of the floor and introduced a new element.
Legendary killer Jason Voorhees rose from the ground, coated in metallic armor.
The Grinch gripped his long fingers into a fist, “What? No machete? No axe? Chainsaw.”
Jason had none of these, only laser red eyes and steel plated arms.
“I’m going to send you crying home to your momma.”
(So hopefully this is building to a thing, enjoy)