Operation Enduring Clusterfuck Part 2 (Ratty Rumble rp4)

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We fade back into the same non descript store from our last amazing tell of Clusterfuck, but this time Rat is lazily pushing along a shopping cart, his trademark toothpick hanging out of his mouth.....

Now let me remember what Caffery said I needed to make those Stability Cookies, I kinda feel like I need to send a dozen or so to Ryan Young, ya know, to even out his mood swings......

Rat stops and rubs his chin, lost deep in thought.

Mood swings, that weird thing at the end of his promo with his knee, maybe he is having joint pains, irrated all the time, and just seems pissed off in general. I have seen all these symptoms before.......maybe cookies aren't the answer, and tampons are??

Rat looks over and he just so happens to be in the feminine products isle. He looks very confused over the selection laid out in front of him. The camera pans back and we can see blond hair and what looks like a fuzzy pink sweater in the corner. Rat suddenly notices the person as well....

Excuse me miss, this is embarrassing, but my Uh.....friend type person......ya know. Moody. Irritable. Looks bloated. I'm not sure what to get here, this is a little outta my realm.

The person turns around and it is none other then old school XHF fan favorite, and former. Womans Champion Dr. Strangelove!





Rat jumps back in shock. Strangelove stares
And puts his finger to his mouth, he strikes a suggestive pose.

Shit, sorry bro. Nevermi.....

But before Rat can get nevermind out, Strangelove finger is against Rats lips. Strangelove then reaches back and grabs a random box from the self, tossing it into Rats cart. He removes his finger from Rats mouth then sways and prances away...

...........Jesus..........I need to sanitize my fucking face. To the hand santizer isle, quick!

The camera shifts to a GoPro on the front of Rats cart, as he is rushing up and down isles, until finally a black trench coat is seen in the view.

God damn it don't take the last bottle, you son of a bitch.

The camera switchs back to the isle view just as the man in the black trench coat turns around, and its XHF Legend, Scorpion, his black and white painted face, with no emotion looking right at Rat.

Well shit. Look man I know we have had our ups and down, buddy, old pal, former friend of mine, but listen to me. Please.

Still no emotion for Scorps.

Strangelove. He put his finger. On my mouth. Right here.

Rat points to his lips, pouting them out.
Still no emotion from Scorps, but slowly behind Scorps a cable is lowered from the ceiling.

I just need a little dab of that man, like a finger tips worth buddy, come on, bro! Bro?

Still emotionless Scorps reaches back and grabs the cable and is whisked upward towards the ceiling. Disappearing with the last hand sanitizer.

........god damn savages in this fucking store. But I guess if I can survive this crazy Clusterfuck of a world right now, the Rumble isn't going to be an issue, right? I'm about 100% sure Strangeloves finger on my lips did more damage to me, then that half of a cripple Sniper could ever do. And Jesus Christ with the emotionless Scorpion, I mean I bet he just watched yet another boring and sleep inducing Michael Storm promo, that will put anyone in that state of mind....

Rat looks lost in thought, then snaps out of it.....

Sorry I got lost thinking about the behind on that chick in the chips isle earlier. Her ass was about as big as Roxylishus' boobs, but then again he ass was natural and hasnt had Timeless' shit filled mouth slobbering all over them, like a little knock off Marty McFly, he is like the swap meet version of Dr. Who, but instead of a phone booth to navigate space and time, he uses lame jokes, and name dropping to power his adventures.

Rat shrugs off his random ranting and starts walking again.

What was I getting again? Oh yeah, cookie shit. Let me get this quick and get the fuck out of here.

Rat walks down the isle, still rubbing his lip as the scene fades to black.

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