Chapter Four (2/2): Hehehehe.
Apr 26, 2018 12:45:38 GMT -5
La Familia Price, Hyperion, and 2 more like this
Post by The King on Apr 26, 2018 12:45:38 GMT -5
Oh what's that? You didn't expect to hear from me again? Well guess what motherfucker, it's round two! Who are you talking to? The person reading this. But this is all in our mind? Is it though? Uhhhhh? Hehehehe. So round two huh? Mhm. What you gonna talk about? Not sure, what are you going to talk about? Hmmmm, good question. Hmmmmm indeed. Brucey Boy? OOOH! BRUCEY BOY! Well, I mean, that's the whole point of this, right? Point of what? Oh never-mind. No, go one, tell me. Can I be arsed? I don't know, can you? Oh fuck off. No, you fuck off. Hehehehe.
I walk down main street London, my white suit dazzling the on-lookers as they stare at my gorgeous style. They're looking at your scar, you fucking idiot. I thought I told you, to fuck off. But... I am you, theoretically that means if I fuck off, you fuck off aswell? Oh get out of here with your "theoretical" bullshit. Don't you mean, your theoretical bullshit? For fuck's sake, can we get back to the point in question? And what was that? Brucey Boy. Oh that dipshit. Yea, him.
I pass the shop window in which I got my white suit from, I stop for a little while, and see the reflection of myself in the mirror. Damn son, it looks so much more better on you than it did that mannequin behind the glass. You know, talking of mannequins, isn't that what Brucey boy is? A mannequin? Well yea, think about it. I am thinking. No but, like, seriously. Hmmm, I guess you're right. Guess I'm right? Well, know you're right. In what way then? The way that makes Brucey boy a mannequin. Well duh, but what makes him a mannequin? I don't know, you tell me. Oh fuck you. No, fuck you.
I look up and down at the mannequin, no emotion, plain and generic, only there to do it's job and to show off clothing. What a sad life. It isn't living, you cretin. No, I mean for Brucey boy. Ohhhhh. See, Brucey Boy shows next to no emotion. Like a fucking statue? Yea, like a statue. He's plain and generic aswell, all this "I love family shit, wooo, go America.", it's just the same old shit. Sounds like Danny Ray to me. Oh don't get me started on that fucker. I wouldn't dare. Brucey boy's only job is to wrestle, sell off his merch, and manufacture these idealistic American stereotypes that are soon shown to the world through good ol' American propaganda known as Wrasslin'. BOOM, and like that, you absolutely destroy his gimmick! What's a gimmick? Come to think of it, I'm not actually sure. You reckon he's gonna break the fourth wall and explain how he's only pretending to be as lame as he actually is? Heh, probably. Wait, hang on, what's the "fourth wall"? Who knows, I say as I wink at the camera. Camera?! Well, I'm not sure, is it a camera? Well I don't know, that's why I'm asking, you dipshit! Oooooooh, sorry! Hehehehehe.
Oh Swannie, you truly are the Iconic Prince.
Shit, did I just say that out loud? I think you did, your ego is so big you can't keep it confined within your thoughts anymore. Don't you mean, our ego? Don't start this shit again, I beg of you. Well you started it in the first place! No I didn't, you did! OH FUCK RIGHT OFF! NO YOU FUCK RIGHT OFF! GAHHHHHHHH!
Hehehehehe.
Mate, you need to stop laughing out loud, sooner or later people are gonna realize your insane. Good, let the whole world know! But... But Brucey boy could use it against you! Well it's not like he's listening in to our conversation. Not listening per say, more like reading. READING?! HE'S READING OUR THOUGHTS? Yea, not just him, quite a lot of people aswell. Pffft, you really think a lot of people read your RPs? What's an RP? Oh here we go again, down the same route. No seriously, what's an RP? Um, the fuck do I know. Well you brought it up! No I didn't. YES YOU DID! MATE, JUST FUCK OFFFFFFFFFFFF! NO YOUUUUUUUUU, FUCK OFFFFFFFFFFF! GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE.