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 Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 7:45 pm
Intern-fight! Gleefully hissing at the other, Dude lashed out with claws and teeth at Sweeps.
"JUST ******** TRY IT! I DAAAAARE YOU!"
Help? As if. Chris was currently checking out his nails. The host glanced up for a brief moment, raised a brow, then went riiiight back to examining the claws on his paw.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:13 pm
Chef glanced at Chris. Really? Really? Well, okay then. With a shrug, Chef tossed the two interns as far from him as he could, then turned to the door to see what Sweeps was up to. "Huh, kid almost has picking locks down," he said, picking up the discarded coat hanger and inserting it back into the lock to jiggle it around.
When released, Sweeps curled up into a ball and went rolling. When he came to a stop, he uncurled, fixed his hat, then ran to tackle his [foghorn] brother!
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:27 pm
Interns gone, Chris finally approached the shed.
"Guess we're gonna have to get better locks then, huh Chef-man?"
Dude's own rolling only stopped when his brother suddenly POUNCED on him. Giving a vicious SNARL he lashed out with his claws and tried to roll to pin Sweeps down.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:32 pm
"Mmmhm," Chef agreed absently, concentrating on the lock. He paused, then glanced at his companion. "Dun suppose yer special trainin' had lockpicking?" He asked, "'cause I sure as [foghorn] don't know where Sweeps got the idea from. 's been awhile since ah did anything of this sort."
Oh no, nonono not this again! Sweeps yelped when his brother's claws struck him, then wiggled and twisted to keep the rolling going. He wasn't as strong as his brother, but he was more conscious of his looks than him! He kicked out with his feet, trying to break the grasp his brother had on him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:38 pm
"Allow me."
Chris walked over, pushing Chef's ginormous paws away from the lock.
"Sheesh, sometimes hosts have to do all the work."
Twist here, poke there, another twist and...POP, the lock came off! And Chef had to deal with one very -smug- host.
Dude didn't give a s**t about his looks. By the time he was a true adult he'd probably be missing fur and parts of his tail or ear thanks to an explosion or SOMETHING. And he'd probably be -proud- of it.
The rolling continued, and Dude wasn't upset. In fact it just made him burst out into his insane little laugh as he tried to get more hits in on his prissy bro.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:45 pm
Chef was old school and preferred kicking doors down than picking locks. However, if he did that, then he'd have to pay for a new shed... and frankly Chef's paycheck was already too far down into the negatives for his liking. He shrugged, mock-bowing to Chris as he opened the door for him. He turned to watch the interns, not wanting to accidentally get locked into the shed with Chris. C'mon, it'd be a hard to resist prank!
Ickystinkybrother! Sweeps whined and began trying to claw his way free, not wanting to dirty his scarf further with their antics. "Git OFF!" He whined, kicking again.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 9:04 pm
Chris strutted inside to go dig up the supplies they needed.
Dude, meanwhile, took this opportunity to snag his brother by the scarf and attempt to tug-roll- his way towards Chef.
"Hey, YOU pounced ME first! Don't tell ME to get off!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 9:07 pm
Chef stood there. Then he wondered why the hell the camera didn't pan away to someone else more interesting.
The camera then focused on Sweeps, who was in the process of making a jumble of "GAACKFRREKSJFSKJFHSJKH!" sounds as he kicked and claws his brother in an effort to get him to let go and/or get away. "Ah wouldn't be in this position if YEW didn't pounce me first! Man I was going to get some sweet gear too but noooo!" Kick, kick, punch, manicured nail claw scratch.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 9:16 pm
"Yew probably wouldn't have shared man, that's not cool!"
Dude lashed out at the offending claw, trying to get his own scratches in. His nails? Eh...not so well taken care of.
He continued to direct the tumbling, aiming right for the legs of the large Chef Audio. Man if they could just knock him into the shed...hehehehehe!
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 9:51 pm
"OOOOOW!" Sweeps cried, flinging one hand to his cheek. "Yew scratched me! How dare you!" He shrieked, then continued to tumble and wrestle with him... Right into Chef.
As big as Chef was, he wasn't as solid of a rock as his posture lead people to belief. With a bark of surprise, he stumbled backwards, waving his arms around. "HEY! Wotch it yew little maggots!" he roared.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:05 pm
"AHAHAHA!"
Detangling himself from his brother, Dude hopped up to SLAM the door shut and quickly lock it.
Interns: 1
Parental Units: 0
Those two taken care of, he could go back to more important matters...like whining to his brother.
"There! Look! I took care of them...now you TOTALLY owe me man!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:41 pm
Sweeps stood up and dusted himself off, then went to quickly retrieve his hat. "Yeah, yeah, good job," he admitted, "'Sept there was a snowmobile in there. I wanted to snag that for us for fun times later!"
He sighed, scratched the back of his head then laughed. "Yew pulled a fast one on 'im though! Good job!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:52 pm
Plan this? Them? Never >_>
"We can get the snowmobile laaaaaaater man, what are we going to get into now?"
Dude grinned, holding up a paw for a highfive from his brother.
Chris had just been wandering his way to the front of the shed when Chef was shoved in and the door locked. ...He didn't seem to have picked up on the locking part yet.
"Chef man? What the heck ya up to dude?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 11:06 pm
Sweeps completed the high-five, grinning and wagging his tail. "Well first, we need to find a way to lock the shed to get'em out of the way for longer, y'know? Can you find a stick or something to jam in th- ah! This'll do better!" With a wicked grin, Sweeps picked up the lock and snapped it back into place, his tail wagging. "Wanna go check out the other interns and snatch as much of Chris' stuff as we can before they get evicted?"
As a reply, Chef snarled and stood up, throwing himself against the door. "[Foghorn] it!" He bellowed. "Yew maggots better let us ou-" Click!
"..."
"Chris-man, ah hope there's more than one way in and outta here."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 11:13 pm
Dude -laughed-, and quickly bounded off towards the direction of Chris' trailer.
"Cmon man, gotta go snag some stuff before all the good stuff is taken!"
"Chef-man, it's uh...it's a shed, of course there's only one way in and out...."
Waaaaait. Why was Chef asking him that? Why was he in here and the door shut...
...Oh no.
"...Chef. Buddy. Dude...please tell me they didn't just lock us in."
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