ACCIDENTALLY FUCKED YOUR DAD - who want war??
Nov 26, 2018 17:17:56 GMT -5
Dave D-Flipz, Steele, and 3 more like this
Post by Drag on Nov 26, 2018 17:17:56 GMT -5
BUM
BA DA DUM
BUM
BA DA DUM
NOW THIS IS THE STORY ALL ABOUT HOW
MY LIFE GOT FLIPPED TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
AND I'D LIKE TO TAKE A MINUTE
JUST SIT RIGHT THERE
I'LL TELL YOU HOW I BECOME AN OMNIPRESENT GOLDEN GOD WITH GREAT HAIR
DA DA DA DA DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Big Drag: HATE! HATE! I HATE THIS SHOW!
Big Drag tosses the remote into the televisual interdimension box, causing the screen to break. His close personal friend Zingev IV (Realm Scavenger) cowers behind Big Drag's Lay-Z-Boy chair.
Zixgav IV: Sir, what the fuck. I spent three days making that pilot episode for you.
Big Drag glances over at Zigglegop IV and smirks.
BIG DRAG: BIG IF TRUE LITTLE HOMIE
We cut to Big Drag stood out in the mean streets of brooklyn, he is slumped on a street corner wearing a leather jacket, skull cap, jeans and torn black boots. All this does little to offset the fact that he's a seven foot golden monster. In his hands he holds a dish with a few coins on it, a stranger passes by.
Big Drag: Please sir, spare some change?
The man walks by, ignoring Big Drag.
Big Drag: Ok, god bless you sir.
Big Drag is sat on the infinity throne (which is like one of those gaming chairs that sit close to the floor and u can rock on except this one is made of gems) he seems dejected.
Big Drag: I CAN'T BELIEVE I BURNED DOWN THE ARENA, EVEN IF MY ROOMMATE DAVE CALLED TO TELL ME HOW EPIC IT WAS THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT RIGHT.
Dave sits next to Big Drag in his own, yet more elaborate, throne. He's playing with a PS4 controller while balancing a packet of cheesy wotsits on his lap.
Dave: Hey gold dude don't even worry about it haha.
Big Drag stands up, suddenly rejuvenated.
Big Drag: BY JOVE YOU'RE CORRECT DAVE. PERHAPS SOME LIVES WERE LOST IN THE PROCESS BUT THE ICONS GOT THE SUPER SERIOUS DEBUT THEY DESERVED AND THERE WERE NO N'ER'DO WELLS LIKE DYLAN VIPER TO RUIN THE FESTIVITIES, ASIDE FROM THAT DAMNABLE JEFE ALMOST RAINING ON CHAMPOON WRESTLING'S COLLECTIVE PARADE!
Dave: Hey man do you know if we have anymore of those little breadstick thingies?
Big Drag: WHICH OF COURSE LEADS TO THE ONLY ANSWER, JEFE MUST BE STOPPED. THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP BELT TITLE MUST BE AROUND THE WAIST OF A MAN WHO CAN DO THE COMPANY PROUD WHEN NEED BE! A MAN WHO ISN'T AFRAID TO RATTLE A FEW CAGES, SHAKE UP A FEW THINGS, DIAL A FEW PHONES. IT IS TIME FOR ME TO BEGIN THE PROCESS OF MERGING THE EXISTING REALMS. I MUST BRING FORTH OTHER LIKE MINDED INDIVIDUALS FOR AN ALL OUT WAR, JEFE IS AN ANAMOLOUSLY STRONG INDIVIDUAL. IF HEAVY CASULTIES MUST BE INACTED TO RIGHT HIS WRONGS........SO BE IT.
Dave: damn.
Big Drag begins muttering spells and incantations under his breath, he spreads out his mighty golden arms and calls forth the energy of his realm. the tears will warp in the sky and the fury of the gods shall spill forth. man must pay for all his misdeeds.
CNN EXCLUSIVE - GIANT WORMHOLES OPENED ABOVE EVERY COUNTRY ON OUR PLANET (EARTH)
BA DA DUM
BUM
BA DA DUM
NOW THIS IS THE STORY ALL ABOUT HOW
MY LIFE GOT FLIPPED TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
AND I'D LIKE TO TAKE A MINUTE
JUST SIT RIGHT THERE
I'LL TELL YOU HOW I BECOME AN OMNIPRESENT GOLDEN GOD WITH GREAT HAIR
DA DA DA DA DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Big Drag: HATE! HATE! I HATE THIS SHOW!
Big Drag tosses the remote into the televisual interdimension box, causing the screen to break. His close personal friend Zingev IV (Realm Scavenger) cowers behind Big Drag's Lay-Z-Boy chair.
Zixgav IV: Sir, what the fuck. I spent three days making that pilot episode for you.
Big Drag glances over at Zigglegop IV and smirks.
BIG DRAG: BIG IF TRUE LITTLE HOMIE
We cut to Big Drag stood out in the mean streets of brooklyn, he is slumped on a street corner wearing a leather jacket, skull cap, jeans and torn black boots. All this does little to offset the fact that he's a seven foot golden monster. In his hands he holds a dish with a few coins on it, a stranger passes by.
Big Drag: Please sir, spare some change?
The man walks by, ignoring Big Drag.
Big Drag: Ok, god bless you sir.
Big Drag is sat on the infinity throne (which is like one of those gaming chairs that sit close to the floor and u can rock on except this one is made of gems) he seems dejected.
Big Drag: I CAN'T BELIEVE I BURNED DOWN THE ARENA, EVEN IF MY ROOMMATE DAVE CALLED TO TELL ME HOW EPIC IT WAS THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT RIGHT.
Dave sits next to Big Drag in his own, yet more elaborate, throne. He's playing with a PS4 controller while balancing a packet of cheesy wotsits on his lap.
Dave: Hey gold dude don't even worry about it haha.
Big Drag stands up, suddenly rejuvenated.
Big Drag: BY JOVE YOU'RE CORRECT DAVE. PERHAPS SOME LIVES WERE LOST IN THE PROCESS BUT THE ICONS GOT THE SUPER SERIOUS DEBUT THEY DESERVED AND THERE WERE NO N'ER'DO WELLS LIKE DYLAN VIPER TO RUIN THE FESTIVITIES, ASIDE FROM THAT DAMNABLE JEFE ALMOST RAINING ON CHAMPOON WRESTLING'S COLLECTIVE PARADE!
Dave: Hey man do you know if we have anymore of those little breadstick thingies?
Big Drag: WHICH OF COURSE LEADS TO THE ONLY ANSWER, JEFE MUST BE STOPPED. THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP BELT TITLE MUST BE AROUND THE WAIST OF A MAN WHO CAN DO THE COMPANY PROUD WHEN NEED BE! A MAN WHO ISN'T AFRAID TO RATTLE A FEW CAGES, SHAKE UP A FEW THINGS, DIAL A FEW PHONES. IT IS TIME FOR ME TO BEGIN THE PROCESS OF MERGING THE EXISTING REALMS. I MUST BRING FORTH OTHER LIKE MINDED INDIVIDUALS FOR AN ALL OUT WAR, JEFE IS AN ANAMOLOUSLY STRONG INDIVIDUAL. IF HEAVY CASULTIES MUST BE INACTED TO RIGHT HIS WRONGS........SO BE IT.
Dave: damn.
Big Drag begins muttering spells and incantations under his breath, he spreads out his mighty golden arms and calls forth the energy of his realm. the tears will warp in the sky and the fury of the gods shall spill forth. man must pay for all his misdeeds.
CNN EXCLUSIVE - GIANT WORMHOLES OPENED ABOVE EVERY COUNTRY ON OUR PLANET (EARTH)
