Post by Krusty Kid Paul on Jan 23, 2007 10:31:23 GMT -5
*Camera opens, we see Kkp walking out of KFC, wearing a black hoodie with a black and white plaid jacket over top, his mow hawk tucked underway his bright orange toque, a pair of faded blue jeans, almost white with his combat boots hidden under the cuffs. He almost doesn’t notice the camera as he is engaged in a piece of fried chicken.*
Krusty: This is some good fried chicken, so tasty and juicy and…just so damn good.
*Kkp finishes picking at the chicken, picks it clean right down to the bone as the juices run down his face and little pieces of the skin dangles in his goatee he licks his fingers and continues to walk down the street.*
Krusty: Well now that pleasure is out of the way let’s get on to business, in two days im up against another nobody, your in my path back to the top and there’s nothing you can do that will stop me im going to bring you back to your birth….back to a helpless point in your life and leave you dependent on other people.
*Krusty pulls out his cigarettes as he turns the corner.*
Krusty: You call me a drunk and that hurt my feeling jobber. I can call you that can I? Pfft like I give a (BLEEP). But you’re right a drunk I am and I do enjoy beating up crack heads so what’s it to you…is your momma a crack whore are you afraid im gonna stumble upon here and give her a beat down, or was your daddy a drunk do you look at me and rember getting beat by your drunk ass dad….and if not then who the (BLEEP) care’s what I am. All that should matter to you is that im the man that’s going to beat you, and that’s all that matters…or is it because im a drunk that makes me a lowlife?
*Kkp rolls his eyes and takes a drag of his cigarette.*
Krusty Call me a waste of skin I don’t give a (BLEEP) it doesn’t make you anymore of a man it doesn’t all of a sudden make you a hero or a good guy, and with insults like that it makes me think you are afraid, so give it a shot try a mind (BLEEP). And a pawn that’s gotta be some of the stupidest shit I have ever heard.
*Krusty flicks his cigarette to the ground as he comes to a stop out side the local booze store. He leans up against the wall just to the left of the door, the sign in the window reads closed*
Krusty: Are you that much of a (BLEEP)ing tool, you honestly think I was a pawn, because some bitch jumped me from behind, do you need me to spell it out for you? Why do people attack from behind?
*A hand appears in the window and flips the sign to open. Kkp smiles and stands up straight*
Krusty: Because there cowards, chicken shit…because they are afraid of me. Think im a pawn I will show you just how wrong you are, I don’t even know who the (BLEEP) you are and I could care less you’re the first step in my rise to the top. You’re a bitch and at the end of the night you’re going to be my bitch.
*Kkp smashes the camera to the ground.*
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Krusty: This is some good fried chicken, so tasty and juicy and…just so damn good.
*Kkp finishes picking at the chicken, picks it clean right down to the bone as the juices run down his face and little pieces of the skin dangles in his goatee he licks his fingers and continues to walk down the street.*
Krusty: Well now that pleasure is out of the way let’s get on to business, in two days im up against another nobody, your in my path back to the top and there’s nothing you can do that will stop me im going to bring you back to your birth….back to a helpless point in your life and leave you dependent on other people.
*Krusty pulls out his cigarettes as he turns the corner.*
Krusty: You call me a drunk and that hurt my feeling jobber. I can call you that can I? Pfft like I give a (BLEEP). But you’re right a drunk I am and I do enjoy beating up crack heads so what’s it to you…is your momma a crack whore are you afraid im gonna stumble upon here and give her a beat down, or was your daddy a drunk do you look at me and rember getting beat by your drunk ass dad….and if not then who the (BLEEP) care’s what I am. All that should matter to you is that im the man that’s going to beat you, and that’s all that matters…or is it because im a drunk that makes me a lowlife?
*Kkp rolls his eyes and takes a drag of his cigarette.*
Krusty Call me a waste of skin I don’t give a (BLEEP) it doesn’t make you anymore of a man it doesn’t all of a sudden make you a hero or a good guy, and with insults like that it makes me think you are afraid, so give it a shot try a mind (BLEEP). And a pawn that’s gotta be some of the stupidest shit I have ever heard.
*Krusty flicks his cigarette to the ground as he comes to a stop out side the local booze store. He leans up against the wall just to the left of the door, the sign in the window reads closed*
Krusty: Are you that much of a (BLEEP)ing tool, you honestly think I was a pawn, because some bitch jumped me from behind, do you need me to spell it out for you? Why do people attack from behind?
*A hand appears in the window and flips the sign to open. Kkp smiles and stands up straight*
Krusty: Because there cowards, chicken shit…because they are afraid of me. Think im a pawn I will show you just how wrong you are, I don’t even know who the (BLEEP) you are and I could care less you’re the first step in my rise to the top. You’re a bitch and at the end of the night you’re going to be my bitch.
*Kkp smashes the camera to the ground.*
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