Post by Level-Two on Mar 5, 2008 23:08:49 GMT -4
OCC: A short intro of sorts
The scene opens to a living room in which to be honest looks like…Shit. The coffee tables are turned over, there chips and other food objects lying on the floor with a few flies swarming around them. On the floor sits a man with long blonde hair, he’s a pretty slender looking dude. He wears a hat over his head, and holds a magazine in his hands, a play boy magazine to be more correct. Meet Justin, well that’s his name for now anyways. From the other room, a stern voice yells out towards him.
??: Hey, you uh…done with that magazine? I’m the one who paid for it with all my money
Justin: You may have cashed in your piggy bank, that you’ve had since you were a little kid. But damn it, Gilbert! I’ve went through hell and back to bribe Hugh Hefner into getting this magazine for us!
A loud deep growl is heard, as a radio is turned on. We hear the sound of a familiar music…or maybe not. Gilbert uses this music every time he walks through a door step…No, seriously he does.
Audio: DUN…DUN…DUN…DUN…GILBERT, GILBERT, GILBERT…DUN…DUN…DUN…DUN…DUN!
Gilbert enters the room. He wears a pair of black shorts. He too is very slender, and has a bald head, who doesn’t love a shiny bald head? He has thick chest hair, and looks like he’s going to kill you…well maybe if he wasn’t so skinny, but can we please look past that for a second?
Justin: Do you have to do that every-time you enter through a door? You’re totally never going to be a wrestler, dude.
Gilbert: You shuddup! Me want to see that magazine! She’s really hot.
Justin: No…She’s decent. But seriously who is this bitch on the cover?
Justin holds up the magazine:
Gilbert: Maria…GET ME DAT MAGAZINE JUSTIN!
Justin: Dude, fuck that bitch. I totally only bought this magazine to see the interview of Chad Kruger from nickleback!
Just quickly flips through the magazine, to find the interview. Gilbert gets angry, and rips the magazine away from, Justin. Justin, shakes his head and doubles over on his back.
Justin: Look at us Gilbert, we are a mess. We live in a shitty apartment, that is still being paid from you dad.
Gilbert: …My dad? He…He’s dead, Justin.
Justin: Ah, who cares. All I know is that he had a hefty will for you, in time for him to pass away…AND THANK GOD FOR THAT.
Justin growns before reaching over and picking up a newspaper. Justin holds it over his head, as Gilbert looks on in the play-boy magazine in excitement. Justin holds the paper above his face…So we can’t see his damn face!
Justin: Dude, I totally found what I was looking for!
Gilbert: *Grunt* what’s that…Justin…*Grunt*
Justin: The string of spaghetti I lost yesterday, it’s right here lying on this newspaper. Here it comes, look Justin, like a fat kid on a slide…IT’S COMING!
*SLURP*
Justin: I got it dude!
Justin engages in a short celebration, before flipping through the newspaper casually.
Three found dead in hotel? Next!...
…Baby left in a pile of snow, how cruel!....NEXT!
…Maple Leafs win?...NOW THAT IS NEWS!
Justin nod’s his head, slightly amused before flipping the page
…Uh, look it here. I found a job!
Gilbert puts down the magazine before getting up and taking a seat by Justin. Justin reads the job description for Gilbert…because Gilbert is too fucking stupid to read.
Looking for clean employees to wait tables. Please call 1-800-I’m-damn-clean for more information…How about it Gilbert?
Gilbert sniffs his armpits, and nod’s his head…GO fucking figure.
Alright, Gilbert. How about…This one! Looking for a run way male model, for more information please call 1-800-I’m-starving!
Gilbert picks up a mirror lying in a pile of clothing…It’s cracked. Oh, bullshit. I better tell him that the crack was already there?...Or maybe finally tell him that he is one ugly mother-fucker…
Gilbert, No. You are one UGLY motherfucker.
Gilbert shrugs his shoulders, and waits for the next one.
…A professional wrestler. Dude, this is totally your calling!
Gilbert: Wrestler? I want to be a wrestler, can we please!?
Uh…Gilbert, I don’t know. You got the body of a wrestling machine…or just a towel rack…
What? The fucking sun can get the job done, fancy mother fuckers. FUCK TECHNOLOGY!
But me? I’m just not in shape bro, I think we’re going to have to look for another job.
Gilbert pointed at the newspaper, and nodded his head. I nearly shit my pants…he can read pictures now, with-out color!
Gilbert: It says, Justin. Job, as a professional wrestler… and that ‘’somebody’s’’ got to the job, Justin.
Oh fuck, it does say that…When did he learn how to read text? Save me I’m in a twilight zone…NOW!
Justin: You’re right Gilbert, some-bodys got to do the job…but it’s not us. No, do you know who can do the job, Gilbert?
Gilbert: …Who?
Justin: The JOB SQUAD! That’s our new name, and your going to become a professional wrestler…WE ARE GOING TO BE PROFESSIONAL WRESLTERS…LET’S GO GILBERT!
…And there off! Will Justin & Gilbert actually become professional wrestlers? Or will they remained un-employed, and still go on with life as a pathetic piece’s of craps with-out a job? We don’t know, and just too tired to give a crap anymore…Until next time!
The scene opens to a living room in which to be honest looks like…Shit. The coffee tables are turned over, there chips and other food objects lying on the floor with a few flies swarming around them. On the floor sits a man with long blonde hair, he’s a pretty slender looking dude. He wears a hat over his head, and holds a magazine in his hands, a play boy magazine to be more correct. Meet Justin, well that’s his name for now anyways. From the other room, a stern voice yells out towards him.
??: Hey, you uh…done with that magazine? I’m the one who paid for it with all my money
Justin: You may have cashed in your piggy bank, that you’ve had since you were a little kid. But damn it, Gilbert! I’ve went through hell and back to bribe Hugh Hefner into getting this magazine for us!
A loud deep growl is heard, as a radio is turned on. We hear the sound of a familiar music…or maybe not. Gilbert uses this music every time he walks through a door step…No, seriously he does.
Audio: DUN…DUN…DUN…DUN…GILBERT, GILBERT, GILBERT…DUN…DUN…DUN…DUN…DUN!
Gilbert enters the room. He wears a pair of black shorts. He too is very slender, and has a bald head, who doesn’t love a shiny bald head? He has thick chest hair, and looks like he’s going to kill you…well maybe if he wasn’t so skinny, but can we please look past that for a second?
Justin: Do you have to do that every-time you enter through a door? You’re totally never going to be a wrestler, dude.
Gilbert: You shuddup! Me want to see that magazine! She’s really hot.
Justin: No…She’s decent. But seriously who is this bitch on the cover?
Justin holds up the magazine:
Gilbert: Maria…GET ME DAT MAGAZINE JUSTIN!
Justin: Dude, fuck that bitch. I totally only bought this magazine to see the interview of Chad Kruger from nickleback!
Just quickly flips through the magazine, to find the interview. Gilbert gets angry, and rips the magazine away from, Justin. Justin, shakes his head and doubles over on his back.
Justin: Look at us Gilbert, we are a mess. We live in a shitty apartment, that is still being paid from you dad.
Gilbert: …My dad? He…He’s dead, Justin.
Justin: Ah, who cares. All I know is that he had a hefty will for you, in time for him to pass away…AND THANK GOD FOR THAT.
Justin growns before reaching over and picking up a newspaper. Justin holds it over his head, as Gilbert looks on in the play-boy magazine in excitement. Justin holds the paper above his face…So we can’t see his damn face!
Justin: Dude, I totally found what I was looking for!
Gilbert: *Grunt* what’s that…Justin…*Grunt*
Justin: The string of spaghetti I lost yesterday, it’s right here lying on this newspaper. Here it comes, look Justin, like a fat kid on a slide…IT’S COMING!
*SLURP*
Justin: I got it dude!
Justin engages in a short celebration, before flipping through the newspaper casually.
Three found dead in hotel? Next!...
…Baby left in a pile of snow, how cruel!....NEXT!
…Maple Leafs win?...NOW THAT IS NEWS!
Justin nod’s his head, slightly amused before flipping the page
…Uh, look it here. I found a job!
Gilbert puts down the magazine before getting up and taking a seat by Justin. Justin reads the job description for Gilbert…because Gilbert is too fucking stupid to read.
Looking for clean employees to wait tables. Please call 1-800-I’m-damn-clean for more information…How about it Gilbert?
Gilbert sniffs his armpits, and nod’s his head…GO fucking figure.
Alright, Gilbert. How about…This one! Looking for a run way male model, for more information please call 1-800-I’m-starving!
Gilbert picks up a mirror lying in a pile of clothing…It’s cracked. Oh, bullshit. I better tell him that the crack was already there?...Or maybe finally tell him that he is one ugly mother-fucker…
Gilbert, No. You are one UGLY motherfucker.
Gilbert shrugs his shoulders, and waits for the next one.
…A professional wrestler. Dude, this is totally your calling!
Gilbert: Wrestler? I want to be a wrestler, can we please!?
Uh…Gilbert, I don’t know. You got the body of a wrestling machine…or just a towel rack…
What? The fucking sun can get the job done, fancy mother fuckers. FUCK TECHNOLOGY!
But me? I’m just not in shape bro, I think we’re going to have to look for another job.
Gilbert pointed at the newspaper, and nodded his head. I nearly shit my pants…he can read pictures now, with-out color!
Gilbert: It says, Justin. Job, as a professional wrestler… and that ‘’somebody’s’’ got to the job, Justin.
Oh fuck, it does say that…When did he learn how to read text? Save me I’m in a twilight zone…NOW!
Justin: You’re right Gilbert, some-bodys got to do the job…but it’s not us. No, do you know who can do the job, Gilbert?
Gilbert: …Who?
Justin: The JOB SQUAD! That’s our new name, and your going to become a professional wrestler…WE ARE GOING TO BE PROFESSIONAL WRESLTERS…LET’S GO GILBERT!
…And there off! Will Justin & Gilbert actually become professional wrestlers? Or will they remained un-employed, and still go on with life as a pathetic piece’s of craps with-out a job? We don’t know, and just too tired to give a crap anymore…Until next time!
