2 fanfics, 1 day. Don't quite remember the last time I did that.
Toothy, drinking his beer: Flippy, thanks for letting me have this beer. And make sure to kick Cuddles' pantat, keledai for me.
Flippy: Will do.
Cuddles: Hey! What the hell man? I thought we were friends.
Toothy: Chivalry has been dead since 2009, motherfucker. Deal with it.
Cuddles: That must be some pretty strong shit.
Toothy: You're telling me; I'm already buzzed.
Cuddles: You'll be full-on drunk after anda finish that bottle. *laughs*
Pop: hey guys. Shut up. The match is about to start. Nutty, you'll have to go to the dapur with Edvine. This is between me, Flippy, Cuddles, and... hey Toothy, want to sub in for Nutty?
Nutty: WHAT THE FUCK?
Toothy: Hell yeah!
Nutty: Insolence! This I will not tolerate!
Toothy: Shut the fuck up, anda whiny little candy-addicted bastard and go wait in the goddamn kitchen.
Nutty: anda got quite a mouth on you, anda know that?
Toothy: What did I just say? Kitchen. Now.
Nutty: Fuck all of you, I'm leaving. *slams door on his way out*
Flippy: Uncalled for...
Toothy: Gets rid of unwanted competition every time.
Cuddles: anda were faking that?
Toothy: It's only weird if it doesn't work. It did. Now, who's ready to get virtually killed oleh me?
Pop: Do anda even have any experience with these types of games?
Toothy: Played the first two, completed the second, 49th on the all-time leaderboards.
Flippy: We're fucked.
Toothy: Yes. Yes anda are.
*the match begins; Toothy takes a sip from his bir bottle*
Cuddles: The reign of cute furry homicidal binatang starts now!
Flippy: Not if these needles have anything to say about it. *literally jams a needle into both his index fingers*
Cuddles: OOOOWWWWWW! Bitch! *forces both needles out* I don't care about blood pouring from my hands.
Flippy: I'm not even flipped out! I think I just have a competitive spirit.
Cuddles: I'll tampil anda spirit! *tapes up his hands, putting him behind oleh 4 kills* Let's fuck shit up.
Toothy: *gets a double kill; Flippy and Pop's characters* Ha! Got the lead!
*Current stats:
Toothy: 5 kills
Flippy: 4 kills
Pop: 4 kills
Cuddles: 0 kills*
Cuddles: Time to make my move. *kills everyone's characters, putting him back in the running*
Toothy: anda son of a bitch.
Edvine, in the dapur with his iPod Touch with the ESPN Scorecenter app: Fuck!! Fucking Red Sox and Orioles! anda know what, I'm having what Toothy's having, fuck it. *grabs the same brand of bir Toothy's drinking* Screw my liver, my sanity is lebih important.
Toothy: hey Edvine, whatcha got there?
Edvine: The same brand of bir anda have! I'm coming out there to watch this unfold!
Toothy: Fine oleh me, bir buddy!
Edvine: bir buddy?!
Toothy: Hey, we have the same beer, so why not?
Edvine: *sitting down selanjutnya to Toothy, who's on the rightmost spot on the floor*
Toothy: Glad anda decided to tampil up.
Edvine: Glad to see you're winning.
Cuddles: He ain't winning now. I'm in the lead with 6 kills right now.
Flippy: Make that me with 7.
Cuddles: Shit!
Toothy: Make that me with 8.
Flippy, Pop: Fuck!
Toothy: And we're playing to, what. 40?
Flippy: Yeah...
Toothy: I think I've got this won easily right now.
Cuddles: Not quite, Toothy.
Toothy: What the fuck are anda talking about?
Cuddles: This. *kills all 3 of the other players' characters* Now I have 10 kills.
Toothy: And bandaged hands.
Cuddles: That was all Flippy's fault.
Flippy: It's true.
Edvine: And we're anda flipped out?
Flippy: No.
Toothy: Boom, 3 headshots!
Flippy, Pop, Cuddles: Damn it!
Toothy: Ha ha.
Edvine: I could turn on a Three Days Grace song if anda want.
Everyone: Go right ahead.
Edvine: How about Burn?
Toothy: Sounds good to me.
Artist: Three Days Grace
Song: Burn
Album: Three Days Grace
Year: 2003
I'll tell anda now anda can't win this
You're way too slow
I'll tell anda now I'm gonna take this
Did anda come here to watch me...
Watch me burn?
(Chorus)
I'll let it tampil that I'm not always flying
Come all the way down
And watch me burn
I won't let it tampil that I'm not always hiding
So on the way down
I'll watch anda burn...
(Chorus over)
So let me know just how to take this
You're way too cold
Now tampil me how before it breaks me
Did anda come here to watch me...
Watch me burn?
(Chorus 2)
I'll let it tampil that I'm not always flying
Come all the way down
To watch me burn
I won't let it tampil that I'm not always hiding
So on the way down
I'll watch anda burn...
(Chorus 2 over; gitar solo(almost the same as the intro))
(Final Chorus)
I'll let it tampil that I'm not always flying
Come all the way down
And watch me burn
I won't let it tampil that I'm not always hiding
So on the way down
I'll watch anda BURN!!
(Final Chorus over; final gitar solo to close out the song)
Score update; Toothy: 35 Cuddles: 32 Flippy: 27 Pop: 18
Toothy: Wow, who knew an alternative metal band from Canada could get me so fucking pumped up?
Edvine, just about finished with the bir I got from Flippy's fridge: I fucking cinta that band, dude. Three Days Grace was the first band I genuinely loved.
Toothy: Yes! Just 2 lebih to go!
Flippy: Cuddles! Don't let him reach 39!
Cuddles: On it! *tosses plasma grenade, but misses*
Toothy: And lastly... *tosses plasma grenade at Cuddles' character; hits his face dead on* Boom, literal head explosion! And melee Pop's character to death... I WIN!!
Toothy: 40
Flippy: 34
Cuddles: 33
Pop: 20
Toothy: May I remind anda I haven't done this before?
Flippy: What.. What the FUCK have we done?!
*Part FIVE is coming later.*
Toothy, drinking his beer: Flippy, thanks for letting me have this beer. And make sure to kick Cuddles' pantat, keledai for me.
Flippy: Will do.
Cuddles: Hey! What the hell man? I thought we were friends.
Toothy: Chivalry has been dead since 2009, motherfucker. Deal with it.
Cuddles: That must be some pretty strong shit.
Toothy: You're telling me; I'm already buzzed.
Cuddles: You'll be full-on drunk after anda finish that bottle. *laughs*
Pop: hey guys. Shut up. The match is about to start. Nutty, you'll have to go to the dapur with Edvine. This is between me, Flippy, Cuddles, and... hey Toothy, want to sub in for Nutty?
Nutty: WHAT THE FUCK?
Toothy: Hell yeah!
Nutty: Insolence! This I will not tolerate!
Toothy: Shut the fuck up, anda whiny little candy-addicted bastard and go wait in the goddamn kitchen.
Nutty: anda got quite a mouth on you, anda know that?
Toothy: What did I just say? Kitchen. Now.
Nutty: Fuck all of you, I'm leaving. *slams door on his way out*
Flippy: Uncalled for...
Toothy: Gets rid of unwanted competition every time.
Cuddles: anda were faking that?
Toothy: It's only weird if it doesn't work. It did. Now, who's ready to get virtually killed oleh me?
Pop: Do anda even have any experience with these types of games?
Toothy: Played the first two, completed the second, 49th on the all-time leaderboards.
Flippy: We're fucked.
Toothy: Yes. Yes anda are.
*the match begins; Toothy takes a sip from his bir bottle*
Cuddles: The reign of cute furry homicidal binatang starts now!
Flippy: Not if these needles have anything to say about it. *literally jams a needle into both his index fingers*
Cuddles: OOOOWWWWWW! Bitch! *forces both needles out* I don't care about blood pouring from my hands.
Flippy: I'm not even flipped out! I think I just have a competitive spirit.
Cuddles: I'll tampil anda spirit! *tapes up his hands, putting him behind oleh 4 kills* Let's fuck shit up.
Toothy: *gets a double kill; Flippy and Pop's characters* Ha! Got the lead!
*Current stats:
Toothy: 5 kills
Flippy: 4 kills
Pop: 4 kills
Cuddles: 0 kills*
Cuddles: Time to make my move. *kills everyone's characters, putting him back in the running*
Toothy: anda son of a bitch.
Edvine, in the dapur with his iPod Touch with the ESPN Scorecenter app: Fuck!! Fucking Red Sox and Orioles! anda know what, I'm having what Toothy's having, fuck it. *grabs the same brand of bir Toothy's drinking* Screw my liver, my sanity is lebih important.
Toothy: hey Edvine, whatcha got there?
Edvine: The same brand of bir anda have! I'm coming out there to watch this unfold!
Toothy: Fine oleh me, bir buddy!
Edvine: bir buddy?!
Toothy: Hey, we have the same beer, so why not?
Edvine: *sitting down selanjutnya to Toothy, who's on the rightmost spot on the floor*
Toothy: Glad anda decided to tampil up.
Edvine: Glad to see you're winning.
Cuddles: He ain't winning now. I'm in the lead with 6 kills right now.
Flippy: Make that me with 7.
Cuddles: Shit!
Toothy: Make that me with 8.
Flippy, Pop: Fuck!
Toothy: And we're playing to, what. 40?
Flippy: Yeah...
Toothy: I think I've got this won easily right now.
Cuddles: Not quite, Toothy.
Toothy: What the fuck are anda talking about?
Cuddles: This. *kills all 3 of the other players' characters* Now I have 10 kills.
Toothy: And bandaged hands.
Cuddles: That was all Flippy's fault.
Flippy: It's true.
Edvine: And we're anda flipped out?
Flippy: No.
Toothy: Boom, 3 headshots!
Flippy, Pop, Cuddles: Damn it!
Toothy: Ha ha.
Edvine: I could turn on a Three Days Grace song if anda want.
Everyone: Go right ahead.
Edvine: How about Burn?
Toothy: Sounds good to me.
Artist: Three Days Grace
Song: Burn
Album: Three Days Grace
Year: 2003
I'll tell anda now anda can't win this
You're way too slow
I'll tell anda now I'm gonna take this
Did anda come here to watch me...
Watch me burn?
(Chorus)
I'll let it tampil that I'm not always flying
Come all the way down
And watch me burn
I won't let it tampil that I'm not always hiding
So on the way down
I'll watch anda burn...
(Chorus over)
So let me know just how to take this
You're way too cold
Now tampil me how before it breaks me
Did anda come here to watch me...
Watch me burn?
(Chorus 2)
I'll let it tampil that I'm not always flying
Come all the way down
To watch me burn
I won't let it tampil that I'm not always hiding
So on the way down
I'll watch anda burn...
(Chorus 2 over; gitar solo(almost the same as the intro))
(Final Chorus)
I'll let it tampil that I'm not always flying
Come all the way down
And watch me burn
I won't let it tampil that I'm not always hiding
So on the way down
I'll watch anda BURN!!
(Final Chorus over; final gitar solo to close out the song)
Score update; Toothy: 35 Cuddles: 32 Flippy: 27 Pop: 18
Toothy: Wow, who knew an alternative metal band from Canada could get me so fucking pumped up?
Edvine, just about finished with the bir I got from Flippy's fridge: I fucking cinta that band, dude. Three Days Grace was the first band I genuinely loved.
Toothy: Yes! Just 2 lebih to go!
Flippy: Cuddles! Don't let him reach 39!
Cuddles: On it! *tosses plasma grenade, but misses*
Toothy: And lastly... *tosses plasma grenade at Cuddles' character; hits his face dead on* Boom, literal head explosion! And melee Pop's character to death... I WIN!!
Toothy: 40
Flippy: 34
Cuddles: 33
Pop: 20
Toothy: May I remind anda I haven't done this before?
Flippy: What.. What the FUCK have we done?!
*Part FIVE is coming later.*