The next day at El Skunko del Crappo...
Judge Mia: Long time no maul, Guac.
Guacamolito Majito Scumicimodito III Esquire: Quite.
Judge Mia: Let's get right down to biz.
Guac: Quite.
Judge Mia: I've wrote-d-ed down my terms. Obey or suffer!!!
Guac [reading terms]: "Me want 500% more money, me want to think of finale plot by myself, me want new clown-colored toilet paper." This is RIDICULOUS!!! [Stands up]
Judge Mia: [stands taller than Guac] You dare defy me?!
Guac: DON'T MIND IF I DO!
Judge Mia: Don't test me; I WILL QUIT.
Guac: YOU DON'T HAVE THE GUTS!!!
Judge Mia: TRY ME!!!!!
Waiter: Welcome to El Skunko del Crappo; my name is Sanchez and I will be your waiter. And what would the happy couple like to drink this fine day?
[Judge Mia and Guac sit down and gently pick up the menu]
Guac: I'll have the iced tea, please.
Waiter [writing down]: Super fabuloso; and you sir?
Judge Mia: I'll just have the water, please. In a sippee cup, please.
Waiter: Excellent choice, my darlings. Your drinks will be ready before you can say r-ri-ri-ri. [Walks away]
[Judge Mia and Guac violently jerk up]
Judge Mia: I demand you subject to my terms or I will QUIT JUDGE MIA!!!
Guac: NEVER!!!!
Judge Mia: SHUT UUUUUUUUUUPPPPP!!!!!!!!!
It pretty much went on like that for a while, until I dumped a piping hot plate of chimichangas on Guac's head and threatened him with a butterknife. Needless to say, he agreed to my terms. What an idiot! That lizard's got more liz than zard...wait, what? Whatever. AIN'T NOBODY GOT TIME FO THAT!!!
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