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Now being an RV built for surviving in an horrific hell-dimension, being
in a molten river wasn't much of a problem. Except for the fact they were
upside down. Lots42 lays on the mirrored ceiling (oh, bliznak) and Scott
had, during the course of the fall, thumped and rolled and was now in
what, creepily enough, seemed to be a comic book closet that was much
bigger on the inside then the entire RV was on the outside. And because
Scott and Josh are such morons, most of the comics lay in a pile on the
roof. "I hate my life." says Lots42, wincing as he hears comics being mutilated. "Tee-hee!" shouts Scott. "Boobies!" "You ass!" yells Lots. "What book did you find?" "Wildcats!" "You're giggling about the boobies in Wildcats? Do you two dweeboids have anything that is not Marvel, D.C. or Image?" "Shut your gob, we got every issue of Mantra. From Ultraverse." "Mantra? MANTRA? I wouldn't wipe my ASS with Mantra!" Completely ignoring the molten lava outside the windows, Lots42 rushes into the comic book room and tackles Scott. "DIE FOR YOUR IDIOCY!" The irony of Lots42 smooshing comics in his attempt to murder Scott...well, it doesn't escape him but hell, he's in a hell dimension. Plus, he's sober due to a surprising lack of migraines lately. Either is enough to make him snap his lid.
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