Discussing the Goth (Tarrasque RP3)
Apr 8, 2020 19:23:09 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer and mosler like this
Post by vastrix on Apr 8, 2020 19:23:09 GMT -5
Marcus Anderson and Tarrasque stand outside of the Bottom of the Barrel distillery. The last of the workers are being loaded into the back of semi-trucks, the doors are closed, and the trucks begin to be driven away. Shocktroopers begin closing up the facility doors and chaining them shut.
Anderson: I see that Psychotic Goth cut a promo while we were doing our dastardly deed. Apparently, he thinks that killing a bunch of people is a bigger deal than sending a few hundred people off to work and die a slow death.
Tarrasque shakes his head.
Tarrasque: Anyone can kill. What you did…
Anderson: Was wrong, I know.
Tarrasque: Needed be done. Maintain you station.
Marcus watches as the last of the semis drives off into the distance. He hasn’t sent off a message to get an Uber yet. He’ll be doing that soon so he can get back to Las Vegas to get to the penthouse where Chris Parsons is hiding himself.
Anderson: I realize that it needed to be done to maintain myself within the company, but it didn’t make it any easier. Didn’t make it any less evil. I’m not evil, Tarrasque. At least I don’t try to be.
Tarrasque: You not evil. You father not evil too. Goth evil. Me break him like glass.
Marcus signals for an Uber driver on his phone.
Anderson: Goth says that you should brush up on your Ancient Greek. You must have bellowed it wrong.
Tarrasque bellows in Ancient Hyperborean.
Anderson: That didn’t sound like Ancient Greek to me.
Tarrasque bellows in Ancient Stygian.
Anderson: Are you even trying?
Tarrasque bellows in Ancient Cimmerian.
Anderson: Do I look like Conan the Barbarian to you?
Tarrasque blinks, looking at Marcus for a moment.
Tarrasque: You look like boy pop star. Me like Conan. Goth like weak, limp wristed Marilyn Manson. You think him suck himself?
Anderson: Do I think he sucks himself? How would I know if he does that? I suppose if he looks like a weak Manson that he might do just that. I bet the concept of finding a woman might be outside of his wheelhouse. Unless of course, it’s for a virgin sacrifice to some pagan gods. You think even pagan gods would listen to a pussy goth like Goth?
Tarrasque: No. Psychotic Goth is wannabe. Him not know real goth. Him not see snake even if bite him. Me end Xiaolong. Me throw Goth off Barge. Him chopped up by rotors.
Anderson: Goth also said that you would be eliminated int eh XHF Rumble like you were in the SWAT Rumble.
Tarrasque cocks his head while looking at Marcus.
Tarrasque: Him not remember? Me win SWAT Rumble.
Anderson: Well, you’re going to be eliminated from the XHF Rumble in the same way you were in the SWAT Rumble. As in you will not be eliminated.
Tarrasque: That good know.
The Uber driver pulls up to them. Marcus opens the door for Tarrasque and lets him in. Marcus Anderson gets in the car and closes the door behind him.
Anderson: So, you’re going to murder Psychotic Goth. How are you going to get out of the ring to be able to send Goth to his watery doom?
Tarrasque: Me throw him over ropes and me roll under ropes. Me get him and throw him off boat. Last we ever see of Goth. Maybe SWAT give me reward.
Anderson: An award for ridding the world of Psychotic Goth. Wouldn’t that be something. Destroy the evil menace that Goth represents. Though, I’m not sure you really need to throw him off the boat, but you do you, man. You do you.
Tarrasque: Me will do me.
Anderson: I’m curious about how Goth talks about how old that Rat Bastard is. Didn’t Goth debut at least in the late 90’s? So he’s probably as old as Rat Bastard and you.
Tarrasque: Me am old, but me am strong!
Anderson: I see that Psychotic Goth cut a promo while we were doing our dastardly deed. Apparently, he thinks that killing a bunch of people is a bigger deal than sending a few hundred people off to work and die a slow death.
Tarrasque shakes his head.
Tarrasque: Anyone can kill. What you did…
Anderson: Was wrong, I know.
Tarrasque: Needed be done. Maintain you station.
Marcus watches as the last of the semis drives off into the distance. He hasn’t sent off a message to get an Uber yet. He’ll be doing that soon so he can get back to Las Vegas to get to the penthouse where Chris Parsons is hiding himself.
Anderson: I realize that it needed to be done to maintain myself within the company, but it didn’t make it any easier. Didn’t make it any less evil. I’m not evil, Tarrasque. At least I don’t try to be.
Tarrasque: You not evil. You father not evil too. Goth evil. Me break him like glass.
Marcus signals for an Uber driver on his phone.
Anderson: Goth says that you should brush up on your Ancient Greek. You must have bellowed it wrong.
Tarrasque bellows in Ancient Hyperborean.
Anderson: That didn’t sound like Ancient Greek to me.
Tarrasque bellows in Ancient Stygian.
Anderson: Are you even trying?
Tarrasque bellows in Ancient Cimmerian.
Anderson: Do I look like Conan the Barbarian to you?
Tarrasque blinks, looking at Marcus for a moment.
Tarrasque: You look like boy pop star. Me like Conan. Goth like weak, limp wristed Marilyn Manson. You think him suck himself?
Anderson: Do I think he sucks himself? How would I know if he does that? I suppose if he looks like a weak Manson that he might do just that. I bet the concept of finding a woman might be outside of his wheelhouse. Unless of course, it’s for a virgin sacrifice to some pagan gods. You think even pagan gods would listen to a pussy goth like Goth?
Tarrasque: No. Psychotic Goth is wannabe. Him not know real goth. Him not see snake even if bite him. Me end Xiaolong. Me throw Goth off Barge. Him chopped up by rotors.
Anderson: Goth also said that you would be eliminated int eh XHF Rumble like you were in the SWAT Rumble.
Tarrasque cocks his head while looking at Marcus.
Tarrasque: Him not remember? Me win SWAT Rumble.
Anderson: Well, you’re going to be eliminated from the XHF Rumble in the same way you were in the SWAT Rumble. As in you will not be eliminated.
Tarrasque: That good know.
The Uber driver pulls up to them. Marcus opens the door for Tarrasque and lets him in. Marcus Anderson gets in the car and closes the door behind him.
Anderson: So, you’re going to murder Psychotic Goth. How are you going to get out of the ring to be able to send Goth to his watery doom?
Tarrasque: Me throw him over ropes and me roll under ropes. Me get him and throw him off boat. Last we ever see of Goth. Maybe SWAT give me reward.
Anderson: An award for ridding the world of Psychotic Goth. Wouldn’t that be something. Destroy the evil menace that Goth represents. Though, I’m not sure you really need to throw him off the boat, but you do you, man. You do you.
Tarrasque: Me will do me.
Anderson: I’m curious about how Goth talks about how old that Rat Bastard is. Didn’t Goth debut at least in the late 90’s? So he’s probably as old as Rat Bastard and you.
Tarrasque: Me am old, but me am strong!
