Post by Demon on Jul 23, 2008 12:09:17 GMT -8
It was a plain white room.
Padded for sound proof capabilities.
A wide table in the center with one chair on one side and two on the other. The one chair was on the side of the table that was furthest from the door.
...
Need I explain more?
If you don't get it yet, open up MS paint.
You'll figure it out soon enough.
ANYWAY
Our lone prisoner sits in the room, on that single cold chair.
Wearing just his plain white button up shirt and nicely fitting jeans. Long hair, untied, cascading down the front of his down turned face. Our hero, held captive against his will by the midget race of evil goombas. He was caught in an attempt to free his queen from her lonely solitude in the castle of far far awayness. Will he ever rescue his beloved? Will he be able to avoid the tragic doom of death by tentacle rape that this race is so fond of? Will they ever let him go pee pee, for hold it he can no longer do.
Find out next time on
Adventures of The Gypsy King!
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Brain: Demon......
Demon: mmhmmm?
Brain: God forgive me for even wanting to know, but pray tell why you are narrating this ridiculous story to yourself.
Demon: ....*shrug*........bored.....
Brain: T__________T
Demon: :/
Brain: T__________T
Demon: :\
Brain: T__________T
Demon: :P
Brain: ARE YOU FUCKING RETARTED????!!!!!!!
Demon: O____o! Woah, relax. What's your issue? I'm just bored. You know very well I do this all the time when I'm bored. I don't see the bloody problem.
Brain: NOT WHEN YOU'RE BEING HELD IN AN INTERIGATION ROOM IN THE AIRPORT!!!!!!!!!!!#&*($%*&#*^$%*!@)~!~~!@!!!@!!#$!~!~#%!$13
Demon: huh?
REWIND:
Demon sits in the room, on that single cold chair.
Wearing just his plain white button up shirt and nicely fitting jeans. Long hair, untied, cascading down the front of his down turned face. He is held captive and interrogated due to his stupid self by the Japanese airport authority and intelligence agency. He was on his way to Japan to this new prison/school for a counselor's position with his wife. It would be a while before he would get out even peeing, let alone going to see his love.
FORWARD:
Demon: Oh.
Brain: YOU FUCKING FORGOT??????????!!!!!!!!!!
Demon: I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Don't worry about it. They'll get it all sorted out soon enough.
Brain: T____T…...We've been here 6 hours.....
Demon: Well to be honest I don't remember much.
Brain: *sigh* Well you did get tased, can't blame you.
Demon: I remember that. >_____<
Brain: 5 times.
Demon: I don't remember that. >_____<
Brain: Demon, you need to take this more seriously man. You could get sent back you know?
Demon: I know, I know. I have been. Things like this take time, you know.
Brain: Ooh I think I hear them coming back.
Demon: Here we go again.
Right nut: BRING IT ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >>>>:3
Two short yet stocky men walk in. The same he'd been talking to for the past 6 hours. Pretty much the same routine.
For those who haven't been held for interrogation at an airport, here is a quick rundown on what happens.
-You step up to the counter.
-You give angry looking man/angrier looking woman your passport. Which is never a good thing to start with. They are angry. You are flavor of the month. Shit’s not going to be pretty.
-They look up and down at your face then passport with a look of disbelief on their face, as though the picture is obviously faker than the tits of that porn star you were watching last night on youporn.com….yeah, I know what websites you watch….filthy bastards.
-Then angry man/angrier woman sees your name on the passport after which their faces look at you like you’re the reason the Satan ever existed.
-They then pull you away from the line for further searching of the shoes, luggage and questioning. BTW this is conducted randomly for reasons that do not include race and heritage….note the sarcasm in my typing.
-In the time spent in the interrogation office: they search all of your baggage, interrogate you repeatedly looking for holes and do a background check on your history.
Jay and Silent Bob walk up to the table and sit in their respective chairs….yes he gave them names due to the fact that the names they gave him were obviously fake. Well he actually didn’t know if their names were fake or not…LET’S SEE YOU TRY AND PRONOUNCE THAT SHIT.
Anyways, silent bob sits with his arms crossed on the left chair….quite….not a word….just scowls…..with random burst in Japanese….either a scare tactic or he just found out that last night’s geisha left him a present in the pants. Meanwhile Jay leans on the table and glares Demon down as he speaks to him in flawless English. Full of sarcasm and exaggerated doubt.
“Lets take it from the top Demon San.” Spoke Jay. “our patience is running low, and you friend isn’t answering his phone, no doubt he flown the coup. Don’t worry though, we are tracking him down too.”
Demon sighed deeply and told them his story once more; hoping to clear up this major misunderstanding.
REWIND[/u]
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….
KEEP REWINDING [/u]
PLAY[/u]
Demon gets off his flight, face full of excitement. He hadn’t seen his baby in over a week and that was a week too long for him. He wasn’t the needy type. He just couldn’t imagine daily life with out her. Natasha wasn’t a corner stone in his life, she was his life.
But I digress.
He gets off his flight and makes his way to the passport control, just before the baggage claim. Nearly home free….nearly…but nope…lady luck grabbed Demon by the balls and yelled ‘HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW BITCH”
Right Nut: VERY MUCH MA’AM
He steps up to the counter, lo and behold there be an angry man before him in a uniform.
Not so bad.
The angry man’s face twitched.
Still
Not so bad.
Asked Demon a few questions
Still same old
Not so bad...
Angry man looks at the passport harder for any signs of … fakage?
Starting to annoy Demon.
Angry man looks up and turns around and yells some gook to a nearby of uniformed people.
Not so good.
Demon looks at where the man yells and and angrier woman seperates from the group and makes her way to the booth.
Not good at all.
Angrier woman repeats steps 1 to 4
Results are the same.
Angrier woman says something to angry man that makes him angrier.
Angry man and Angrier woman look at Demon with the most welcoming looks on the planet.
“Please step by there for a minute, we will just conduct a random security check as per standard procedure. Thank you for your cooperation.”
…..
Demon looks over to the designated area where the search will commence.
There are lots of angry men/angrier woman standing in a circle wearing body armor and handling MP5’s. One armored individual stood holding a portable metal detector.
….
>_____<
God damn it.
Demon walked over and did the usual with out them asking.
The jacket came off and so did the shoes.
Set them on the chair.
They searched him.
They searched his baggage mercilessly.
Everything checked out.
They were going to release him.
Demon was a good boy.
…
He leaned down to put his shoe on.
He lost his bablance.
Bablance?
BALANCE
Stupid keyboard.
Lost his balance.
Brain: Careful Demon.
Demon: I got it…woah.
Brain: Careful, Demon!
He had put his hand up and leaned on something to regain his balance.
Demon: Better.
Brain: Si
Hand: NOT BETTER!!!
Demon: What?
Hand: NOT
Hand: FUCKING
Hand: BETTER
Hand: OH DEAR MARY TIT SUCKING JESUS SON OF JOSEF
Demon looks up momentarily and see what his hand had landed on.
On the stock of an MP5…one hanging off the chest of a guard.
Brain: o_o……o.o……O.O…..OoO….ooooooooooooooooooooohhhh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
Demon: o_o……o.o…….O.O….OoO….ooooooooooooooooooooooohhhh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
Ass: I’m going to get kicked aren’t I? I don’t wanna get kicked. curls into fetus position* all the bad things happen to me. Why does all the bad things happen to me? I get a break for once and not have Natasha use that crop whip on me and now I- I--*sniff* why?
There is no measurement of time small enough or force large enough to describe how fast and how hard they came down on Demon’s ass; and there was nothing he could do….nothing if he wanted to see his wife and family.
Every limb of his was grabbed and put into submission on the ground right before they-
Ass: Don’t tase me bro. NO, DON’T TASE ME BRO!!! ARGHHGHaghrgHGGHH!!!!
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FAST FORWARD:
Natasha’s moans were too much for-
Demon: O/////////////////O BACK UP! WAY TOO FORWARD! UNDO, UNDOOOOOOOO!!!
Penis: ;_____;
REWIND:
And Demon finished his story for the hundredth time. While he was telling them the story, Silent Bob had stepped out and had just returned. He talked lightening fast to Jay and they both looked like they had just moved back in with their mothers.
Jay looked at Demon and said that he was free to go. His friend had come through for him.
Demon made it out of there as fast as fast is.
Collected his things and made it to the arrival gate. Looking for his so called friend.
He spotted him.
“TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!!!” yelled Demon.
House: XDDDD
Padded for sound proof capabilities.
A wide table in the center with one chair on one side and two on the other. The one chair was on the side of the table that was furthest from the door.
...
Need I explain more?
If you don't get it yet, open up MS paint.
You'll figure it out soon enough.
ANYWAY
Our lone prisoner sits in the room, on that single cold chair.
Wearing just his plain white button up shirt and nicely fitting jeans. Long hair, untied, cascading down the front of his down turned face. Our hero, held captive against his will by the midget race of evil goombas. He was caught in an attempt to free his queen from her lonely solitude in the castle of far far awayness. Will he ever rescue his beloved? Will he be able to avoid the tragic doom of death by tentacle rape that this race is so fond of? Will they ever let him go pee pee, for hold it he can no longer do.
Find out next time on
Adventures of The Gypsy King!
....
....
....
Brain: Demon......
Demon: mmhmmm?
Brain: God forgive me for even wanting to know, but pray tell why you are narrating this ridiculous story to yourself.
Demon: ....*shrug*........bored.....
Brain: T__________T
Demon: :/
Brain: T__________T
Demon: :\
Brain: T__________T
Demon: :P
Brain: ARE YOU FUCKING RETARTED????!!!!!!!
Demon: O____o! Woah, relax. What's your issue? I'm just bored. You know very well I do this all the time when I'm bored. I don't see the bloody problem.
Brain: NOT WHEN YOU'RE BEING HELD IN AN INTERIGATION ROOM IN THE AIRPORT!!!!!!!!!!!#&*($%*&#*^$%*!@)~!~~!@!!!@!!#$!~!~#%!$13
Demon: huh?
REWIND:
Demon sits in the room, on that single cold chair.
Wearing just his plain white button up shirt and nicely fitting jeans. Long hair, untied, cascading down the front of his down turned face. He is held captive and interrogated due to his stupid self by the Japanese airport authority and intelligence agency. He was on his way to Japan to this new prison/school for a counselor's position with his wife. It would be a while before he would get out even peeing, let alone going to see his love.
FORWARD:
Demon: Oh.
Brain: YOU FUCKING FORGOT??????????!!!!!!!!!!
Demon: I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Don't worry about it. They'll get it all sorted out soon enough.
Brain: T____T…...We've been here 6 hours.....
Demon: Well to be honest I don't remember much.
Brain: *sigh* Well you did get tased, can't blame you.
Demon: I remember that. >_____<
Brain: 5 times.
Demon: I don't remember that. >_____<
Brain: Demon, you need to take this more seriously man. You could get sent back you know?
Demon: I know, I know. I have been. Things like this take time, you know.
Brain: Ooh I think I hear them coming back.
Demon: Here we go again.
Right nut: BRING IT ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >>>>:3
Two short yet stocky men walk in. The same he'd been talking to for the past 6 hours. Pretty much the same routine.
For those who haven't been held for interrogation at an airport, here is a quick rundown on what happens.
-You step up to the counter.
-You give angry looking man/angrier looking woman your passport. Which is never a good thing to start with. They are angry. You are flavor of the month. Shit’s not going to be pretty.
-They look up and down at your face then passport with a look of disbelief on their face, as though the picture is obviously faker than the tits of that porn star you were watching last night on youporn.com….yeah, I know what websites you watch….filthy bastards.
-Then angry man/angrier woman sees your name on the passport after which their faces look at you like you’re the reason the Satan ever existed.
-They then pull you away from the line for further searching of the shoes, luggage and questioning. BTW this is conducted randomly for reasons that do not include race and heritage….note the sarcasm in my typing.
-In the time spent in the interrogation office: they search all of your baggage, interrogate you repeatedly looking for holes and do a background check on your history.
Jay and Silent Bob walk up to the table and sit in their respective chairs….yes he gave them names due to the fact that the names they gave him were obviously fake. Well he actually didn’t know if their names were fake or not…LET’S SEE YOU TRY AND PRONOUNCE THAT SHIT.
Anyways, silent bob sits with his arms crossed on the left chair….quite….not a word….just scowls…..with random burst in Japanese….either a scare tactic or he just found out that last night’s geisha left him a present in the pants. Meanwhile Jay leans on the table and glares Demon down as he speaks to him in flawless English. Full of sarcasm and exaggerated doubt.
“Lets take it from the top Demon San.” Spoke Jay. “our patience is running low, and you friend isn’t answering his phone, no doubt he flown the coup. Don’t worry though, we are tracking him down too.”
Demon sighed deeply and told them his story once more; hoping to clear up this major misunderstanding.
REWIND[/u]
….
….
KEEP REWINDING [/u]
PLAY[/u]
Demon gets off his flight, face full of excitement. He hadn’t seen his baby in over a week and that was a week too long for him. He wasn’t the needy type. He just couldn’t imagine daily life with out her. Natasha wasn’t a corner stone in his life, she was his life.
But I digress.
He gets off his flight and makes his way to the passport control, just before the baggage claim. Nearly home free….nearly…but nope…lady luck grabbed Demon by the balls and yelled ‘HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW BITCH”
Right Nut: VERY MUCH MA’AM
He steps up to the counter, lo and behold there be an angry man before him in a uniform.
Not so bad.
The angry man’s face twitched.
Still
Not so bad.
Asked Demon a few questions
Still same old
Not so bad...
Angry man looks at the passport harder for any signs of … fakage?
Starting to annoy Demon.
Angry man looks up and turns around and yells some gook to a nearby of uniformed people.
Not so good.
Demon looks at where the man yells and and angrier woman seperates from the group and makes her way to the booth.
Not good at all.
Angrier woman repeats steps 1 to 4
Results are the same.
Angrier woman says something to angry man that makes him angrier.
Angry man and Angrier woman look at Demon with the most welcoming looks on the planet.
“Please step by there for a minute, we will just conduct a random security check as per standard procedure. Thank you for your cooperation.”
…..
Demon looks over to the designated area where the search will commence.
There are lots of angry men/angrier woman standing in a circle wearing body armor and handling MP5’s. One armored individual stood holding a portable metal detector.
….
>_____<
God damn it.
Demon walked over and did the usual with out them asking.
The jacket came off and so did the shoes.
Set them on the chair.
They searched him.
They searched his baggage mercilessly.
Everything checked out.
They were going to release him.
Demon was a good boy.
…
He leaned down to put his shoe on.
He lost his bablance.
Bablance?
BALANCE
Stupid keyboard.
Lost his balance.
Brain: Careful Demon.
Demon: I got it…woah.
Brain: Careful, Demon!
He had put his hand up and leaned on something to regain his balance.
Demon: Better.
Brain: Si
Hand: NOT BETTER!!!
Demon: What?
Hand: NOT
Hand: FUCKING
Hand: BETTER
Hand: OH DEAR MARY TIT SUCKING JESUS SON OF JOSEF
Demon looks up momentarily and see what his hand had landed on.
On the stock of an MP5…one hanging off the chest of a guard.
Brain: o_o……o.o……O.O…..OoO….ooooooooooooooooooooohhhh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
Demon: o_o……o.o…….O.O….OoO….ooooooooooooooooooooooohhhh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
Ass: I’m going to get kicked aren’t I? I don’t wanna get kicked. curls into fetus position* all the bad things happen to me. Why does all the bad things happen to me? I get a break for once and not have Natasha use that crop whip on me and now I- I--*sniff* why?
There is no measurement of time small enough or force large enough to describe how fast and how hard they came down on Demon’s ass; and there was nothing he could do….nothing if he wanted to see his wife and family.
Every limb of his was grabbed and put into submission on the ground right before they-
Ass: Don’t tase me bro. NO, DON’T TASE ME BRO!!! ARGHHGHaghrgHGGHH!!!!
.
..
…
….
…..
……
……..
………
………..
………………………………………………………………………………..
FAST FORWARD:
Natasha’s moans were too much for-
Demon: O/////////////////O BACK UP! WAY TOO FORWARD! UNDO, UNDOOOOOOOO!!!
Penis: ;_____;
REWIND:
And Demon finished his story for the hundredth time. While he was telling them the story, Silent Bob had stepped out and had just returned. He talked lightening fast to Jay and they both looked like they had just moved back in with their mothers.
Jay looked at Demon and said that he was free to go. His friend had come through for him.
Demon made it out of there as fast as fast is.
Collected his things and made it to the arrival gate. Looking for his so called friend.
He spotted him.
“TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!!!” yelled Demon.
House: XDDDD
