TeaTime with Zeth

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  1. I'm not understanding this story. :shock:
     
  2. It is a series where i interview players on KaW, them write random Noir style interviews with them.
     
  3. I understand it. It's just... why?
     
  4. Just because. Because humor.
     
  5. Like, it made sense up until the point where you took the earpiece off. lol
     
  6. Upcoming:

    Sadistic Snowman

    Jweirdo

    Naomi

    And more!
     
  7. Add me to that list.
     


  8. "Hi." I say. The odd person across from me smiles back, and says "Hi." As well.
    "So... What do you think of KaW?" I ask.
    "Love it. Love love love it." He says.
    "Ookay." I say, chewing on my eraser, on the end of the pen. Something about this odd little man disturbs me. Jweirdo, he calls himself.
    "Something wrong?" He asks. I lie. I say no. I don't tell him that i have been emotionally scarred since the "RAAAARGH!" Incident.
    "What do you think of Cella?" I ask.
    "I think she is a player who spends waaay too much time on KaW." He replies.
    "Hmm..." I say, chewing the eraser into oblivion. Flashbacks keep happening.

    -RAAAAARGH! I soiled myself-

    "NO!" I yell. He gazes across at me calmly.
    "The Sweats bugging you again?" He chuckles.
    "No, i just..." I say.
    "How about i interview you?" He asks.
    "Sure." I say. We switch places.
    "Is this a... Ender Dragon with my face?" He asks.
    "Yeah." I reply.
    "So, why is it Called TeaTime, if there is no tea?" He asks.
    "I... Really don't know. Maybe we should call it Redbull and Beer Time?" I say.
    "Hmm. Why do you have the hots for your food cart?"
    "Oh god!" I say. I glance at my fully chromed, food filled baby. "I don't."
    "Yeah." He says. I am still chewing the eraser, when the pencil shoots down my throat.
    "GECK!" I say, clutching my throat.
    "Yes, i am rather interesting aren't I?" He says, not seeing me.
    "HACHKK!" I gasp.
    "Oh? What's that?" He says. He looks up, when the pencil shoots out of my throat, stabbing him between the eye, and slamming him backward.
    He lays still.
    I walk over, and take a look. I chuckle, not wanting to miss a Dark Knight joke.
    "Who wants to see a magic trick?"
    I then call steven on the loud speaker. "We got another dead one." I say. "And bring me a margarita. Shaken, on the rocks, with salt."

    To me, weirdo represents the weird, pencil in the forehead generation. Dayum.

     
  9. Alycone too.
     
  10. Np. You like?
     
  11. This was too 
     
  12. Nice thread, can someone tell me about harrians tracking program, :)
     
  13. This is gold, Zeth. XD you made my day. :lol:
     
  14. Thanks lol.
     
  15. Naomi is soon.
     

  16. Inter_Naomi_Mass
    I look at my folder. Steven finally did his job.
    A former ZAFT member, and a stout Freelancer, she was a real tough cookie.

    I sit down. She has two Red Bulls in her hands. She pours them down her throat, and then crushes the cans.
    Holy ****.
    "Hi." I say pleasantly.
    "Hi." She replies. I decide to jump right into the interview.
    "So, what is your general overview of KaW?" I ask.
    "Good. Better. Great." She says.
    "Kay...." I say. I sharpen my pencil. "So a former ZAFT member?" I ask.
    "Yes." She replies.
    "Mmhmm." I say. I decide to try to get her to losen up. Soon.
    "What do you think of acetown?" I ask.
    "Needs more Bacon." She says.
    "So, what does the Fox say?" I ask.
    She grunts inaudibly. She then throws back two more Red Bulls. I watch her pupils shrink even more. Again, Holy ****.
    "Duck!" I yell. The pencil sharpener hits her in the forehead.
    Her eyes blaze, her veins bulge, and i see my entire life pass before my eyes. It's no better than the first time.
    The chase begins. I vault the couch, and she goes through it. I sprint though the door. She goes through the wall.

    Oh god.

    Oh god.

    I feel like i have lost her, when she explodes through the wall near me, and pick me up like a ragdoll. Impressive considering she is no bigger than i.
    My face demolishes the drywall. And the brick wall.

    And may i say, OW GOD OW JESUS CHRIST OW!

    And then i black out.

    And when i awake, there is a pool of blood around me. Not mine.
    Stevens. Crap.

    I stagger out the door, and head to the bar.
    Again.

    Damn.
     
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