STOP STEALING MY GOD DAMNED SOAP OPERA! SHOO! SHOO, TEAMSTERS, SHOO!
-ahem- Anyway... -ahem-
It was a dark, lonely night. The weak wind creaked through dry, brittle branches, and rats scuttled from gutter to gutter, looking for subsidence but finding only the most meager of rations. A sparse few cloaked individuals prowled the streets, unwary of their close resemblance to the rats and filth of the animal kingdom as they did so.
[Okay, so there's the setup, now heeeeeeere comes the plot]
And huddled among the filth, the dust and the feces, was a lone figure, a drunkard. It coughed and wheezed, drawing strength from its bottle, taking long pulls before relinquishing its deathly grip on it. The bottle fell and smashed, adding a seductive deadliness to the filth. Infection was sure for bare feet walking this strange road.
Yet among the gloom, the monotony of the night, a manhole began to move, subtly at first, and smoothly and surely, it came loose and was thrown among the miscellaneous rubble.
Out popped a head with surprising cheer and color... and another... and another. Rats flooded the streets, meeting their fellows with warmth and happiness. And after the rats came the rat queen.
Though she lived in filth and poverty, the Queen's personal hygiene was impeccable. Her fluorescent yellow hair shone brilliantly under the sparse light of the moon, shining a bit in the dark, gloomy street.
Leaning on her cane a bit flamboyantly, the Rat Queen walked up to the huddled figure, swaggering a bit as she did so.
"You, hobo there!" she announced, breaking the relative silence of the night. "Get up! There is work to be done! Get uuuuuuuuuuup, you great drunkard!" she poked the figure with her cane, which looked suspiciously like a joker's wand.
The figure grunted, then stirred. Starring up with bleary eyes at the rat queen, it said in a cracked, seldom-used voice, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaye?"
The queen gasped in surprise. "Meru! What are you DOING here? Y... you're a hobo! You're a drunkard!"
"I do what I shwant..."
"Meru, snap out of it! It's me, Ina. Stupid drunk, get up! Get up, come on, what the hell happened?"
"I wush bored, mmk?" the figure grunted as it struggled to get up.
Suddenly, Ego popped in. "YOU. COME." she shouted. Grabbing both by the arm, she whisked them away to the Brady Bunch's house.
"Is this a soap opera?" Ina asked, wrinkled her nose at the disgusting smell that greeted her nostrils.
"I do what I shwant..." Ego replied lazily, then whisked them away to a random soap opera.
DRAMA LLAMA. D:<
-ahem- Anyway... -ahem-
It was a dark, lonely night. The weak wind creaked through dry, brittle branches, and rats scuttled from gutter to gutter, looking for subsidence but finding only the most meager of rations. A sparse few cloaked individuals prowled the streets, unwary of their close resemblance to the rats and filth of the animal kingdom as they did so.
[Okay, so there's the setup, now heeeeeeere comes the plot]
And huddled among the filth, the dust and the feces, was a lone figure, a drunkard. It coughed and wheezed, drawing strength from its bottle, taking long pulls before relinquishing its deathly grip on it. The bottle fell and smashed, adding a seductive deadliness to the filth. Infection was sure for bare feet walking this strange road.
Yet among the gloom, the monotony of the night, a manhole began to move, subtly at first, and smoothly and surely, it came loose and was thrown among the miscellaneous rubble.
Out popped a head with surprising cheer and color... and another... and another. Rats flooded the streets, meeting their fellows with warmth and happiness. And after the rats came the rat queen.
Though she lived in filth and poverty, the Queen's personal hygiene was impeccable. Her fluorescent yellow hair shone brilliantly under the sparse light of the moon, shining a bit in the dark, gloomy street.
Leaning on her cane a bit flamboyantly, the Rat Queen walked up to the huddled figure, swaggering a bit as she did so.
"You, hobo there!" she announced, breaking the relative silence of the night. "Get up! There is work to be done! Get uuuuuuuuuuup, you great drunkard!" she poked the figure with her cane, which looked suspiciously like a joker's wand.
The figure grunted, then stirred. Starring up with bleary eyes at the rat queen, it said in a cracked, seldom-used voice, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaye?"
The queen gasped in surprise. "Meru! What are you DOING here? Y... you're a hobo! You're a drunkard!"
"I do what I shwant..."
"Meru, snap out of it! It's me, Ina. Stupid drunk, get up! Get up, come on, what the hell happened?"
"I wush bored, mmk?" the figure grunted as it struggled to get up.
Suddenly, Ego popped in. "YOU. COME." she shouted. Grabbing both by the arm, she whisked them away to the Brady Bunch's house.
"Is this a soap opera?" Ina asked, wrinkled her nose at the disgusting smell that greeted her nostrils.
"I do what I shwant..." Ego replied lazily, then whisked them away to a random soap opera.
DRAMA LLAMA. D:<
