Post by Hunter "By God" Valentyne on Aug 14, 2019 20:59:55 GMT -6
Hello. My name is Kyle Manson. I feel an apology is in order for last week. You see I was quite nervous about all of the newness of working for this company. I felt that having my big headed brother introduce our live to people was a good idea. In retrospect nothing good can happen from a mistake of that nature. So it was a necessity that my voice be heard above that of my insane brother.
The substance of his comments were on the level even if his methods left a little bit to be desired. He left out a few key details that need clearing up before we continue. The comments about us being raised by polygamists has a factual base. We left for the reasons my brother detailed. That is where things went off the rails so to speak. My brother worked hard to put me through school. Learning things has always come easy to me. There is no reason for that other than things just are what they are. As Josh worked hard for whatever job he was at, my scholastic aptitude kept rising.
Upon my graduation from high school, not one person had better grades than me. Some might call it bring a valedictorian, but those titles never meant anything to me. The journey has always been more academically pleasing than the destination. A scholarship at MIT was the result of both my brother and my hard work. Let me make this clear. Without my brother none of that ever would have happened.
My brother chose his route and I chose mine. He chose to chase after women with questionable moral turpitude, while my path was one of making the world a better place to live. My ability to raise my voice and allow the correctness of my message to be heard was encouraged at MIT. When a person goes to college he is programmed to think a certain way about doing things properly. Information is drilled into your brain until your reactions become reflex.
Josh…Yo. You been sittin there rubbing your back for an hour. You have not answered my question. What the fugg ya gone do?
Kyle…To be quite honest, the whole idea of a second match was a bit of a surprise to me. The whole idea of doing this was a one off type of situation. I felt like if I survived Deacon Horrible it was a win. Now not only do I have to work for this ethically irresponsible company again, but it’s in a ladder match against eight other people. This is definitely not what I had in mind.
Josh…You gonna get yo azz handed to you pretty boy. This is not just against some nobodies. Some of these cats are former champions. If you couldn’t beat one dude, what the fugg ya gone do against eight, you feel me?
Kyle…I really do not need your ebonical breakdown of the situation. What I am going to do is very simple. So simple I may only need to explain it to you twice. There are some wrongs that need righted. It is what I have been doing since I was seven. I point out things that are wrong and try to fix them.
Josh…What you think is wrong, Playboy?
Kyle…There are so many things wrong in New Edge Wrestling it could take some time. The main thing is that this should be a showcase of the best. It seems to be a case of the old boy network. This seems to be something to be swept under the rug. It is my job to make sure my voice is heard.
Josh…No. It is yo job to bring that papuh home. The briefcase equals the papuh Mister college man. See I peeped you out with mathematics.
Kyle…Very nice, big brother. There are other issues to be investigated at another time. I will simple focus on the biggest one first. Miss Swan should be featured better than she is. She pinned the man that will somehow fight for the top prize. The guy has one win out of three tries against an actual human. Thirty three percent is not as good a one hundred percent. Even you can do that math.
Josh…You catchin feelings for that ho?
Kyle…I would not consider Miss Swan in that vulgar vain. She deserves better than she is receiving. Just like this country deserves a great president. Not the trash we have in that position at the current time. Sometimes you have to raise your voice to exterminate oppression. But I do have a goal.
Josh…To remain alive?
Kyle…No. Nothing that dramatic.
Josh…So your goal is to die?
Kyle…Big Brother try to be quiet for a minute and learn something. My goal is to put a stop to the violence in New Edge Wrestling. I will start by putting a stop to the Buried Alive Match. I will also put a stop to the debacle that is Roger Wright vs. Hazard. This mind numbing violence for the sake of violence must stop before their horrible example harms the innocent.
Josh…For fugg sake. Stop with all the fuggin Millennial candy ass bullshit. People can fight if they wish. You cannot stop freedom.
Kyle…Watch me! Any action taken in the Buried alive match is attempted murder. Each act is punishable by five to ten years in a state correctional facility. Maybe those two egos could use some humbling. Additionally, any action taken by Roger Wright or Hazard will result in an assault charge. The proper authorities will handle this situation.
Josh…Tell a brutha you ain’t callin the po-po.
Kyle…We live in a civilized society in which these actions are against the law. Perhaps a lawsuit and an injunction is in order. You do realize I passed the bar exam.
Josh…You think suing them is the answer?
Kyle…If these cretins will not to the responsible thing and send the proper message then I shall do it for them. It is only for their own good.
Josh…Who are you to decide what is for anyone else’s own good?
Kyle…I happen to be a college graduate with a pre law degree. I am simply smarter and better than they are.
As Josh and myself are having this argument, the television is rambling on. Josh has been watching a lot of that trash on the New Edge Network. The announcer is announcing some odd developments in the happenings of New Edge over the past several hours.
One by one each of the participants in the match is seen talking normally and then slurs their words and starts to shake. The eventually fall facedown with an emblem with the number 51 beside their bodies. Only Nocturnal remains close to what he was before the occurrence. Each man tries to punch but they look like drunken sailors in the effort.
Josh…What the fugg?
Kyle…Do you really not comprehend what is going on? There has been a breach in Area 51. Some of the aliens escaped to steal the talents of New Edge Wrestling stars. Ironically they are the ones in this Silver Briefcase match.
Josh…What’s the deal with Noc?
Kyle…That is much like a brainsucker attaching itself to you. It would starve to death. These aliens are stealing talent. Nocturnal does not possess any of that.
Josh…Fugg off. You just got a huge break if what you say is true. That contract is all yours if none of them can fight.
Kyle…That would not seem fair….
As the words were escaping my lips, a seven foot tall demon comes towards me and breaks through the apartment door. His deep breathing tells me he has something to say. Either that or he is mentally retarded. It is kind of hard to decipher the difference sometimes.
Demon…HUMAN! Your friends are now my slaves. If you wish to free their souls you must face me in the competition of your choice. If you are successful you will regain their souls. If you fail your soul becomes mine. MWUHAHAHAHHA.
The demon destroys the rest of my home as he leaves. Of course there is no question that is coming out of my security deposit. That totally sucks.
Josh…So whatcha gonna do? Brutha? Damn can’t rip thick azz shirts.
Kyle...Do you think that was the demon that Deacon Horrible said was coming for me? If so maybe that is the reason he screamed my name over and over incoherently. Actually what I am going to do is go to Area 51 in Nevada and get those would back.
Josh…That is dumb as shit. You got the match on lock, cuz. That contract is yours, my man. For once, do the wrong thing.
Kyle…I have already been in contact with my Facebook friends. We are going to area 51. We are getting those souls back to their owners. And we are stopping those two matches from ever taking place. Let’s go.
Josh…Why not? Bet them aliens got some good smoke.
The two of us walk to what used to be the door and walk out as rubble keeps hitting us. Damn that drywall sure does hurt.
TWENTY SIX HOURS LATER IN HENDERSON, NV…
Many important things have happened since taking this trip. Most of the last day has been spent putting this lawsuit and injunction inquiry together. The language has to be perfect for that to happen. It is especially important considering the timeliness of the action. Those people are going to be forced to do the right thing.
Josh has been looking at me funny all day long and it is getting more annoying than listening to pro gun activists telling us how guns are safe when the contrary opinion is true. All guns need to be banned for our citizens to be safe. Someone has to be the bad parent and put these rednecks in timeout. That does not stop Josh from staring a hole in my forehead.
Kyle…What?
Josh…You fuggin know what. What makes you think you know so much more than everyone else and tell people what to do? I been wondering that since last week. You can’t tell people how to act all the time. It pisses people the fugg off.
Kyle…Yes I can. The reason I can tell people what is best for them is your own fault, Joshua Manson. The things coming upon this society and on New Edge Wrestling is your fault not mine.
Josh…Bullshit!
Kyle…You are upset because Nocturnal is the symbol of the senseless violence in this decayed society. All of his churches and violence are against what good people stand for. He talks about sex and violence constantly. He brags about things he has no right to brag about. His murderous ways will not be allowed to exist on this mortal plane. Nocturnal is bring taken care of as we speak. His ways are not the ways of truth and righteousness.
Josh…What did you do?
Kyle…Anything a responsible citizen of this country would do in the case of a sexual deviant running around. Think of the example he sets for the youth of America. The innocent minds could get the wrong idea. So his little video has been sent to the FBI. As a sex offended he can be tracked. He will not be the symbol for others to gleam onto.
Josh…You are not judge and jury.
Kyle…Nope. I am far more intelligent than any of the rest of them are. We are going to take these souls back. Then New Edge Wrestling will be the socially responsible company that sets healthy examples for the youth of America. They have no choice.
Josh…Bruh. You are acting like an evil Mister Rogers. This system you are talking about is based on freedom. You tryin to take that away.
Kyle…This is a philosophical discussion for another time. It is time to get into area 51.
The man sitting in front of the gate is a short guy with pale black skin and terrible acne. I think Josh would call him lightskin. Josh will never tell me why skin tone is so important to black people. Heck he has light skin too.
Guard…This is a highly classified area. You must remove yourself from the area before you are shot. Now head to the guard shack to be debriefed.
Josh…Yo. Ain’t nobody taking my Calvin’s. You ain’t comin nowhere near my drawers.
Kyle…He means he wants to make sure anything we know remains unknown. He is not taking your underwear.
The two of us walk away. I knew Josh was considering jumping him, but the gun on his lap discouraged that course of action. The man starts scratching at his uniform madly as he looks at my brother.
Guard…Got any rock, NIGGUH?
Being the helpful person that I am, my hands make their way to a fairly large stone covered in soil. With a smile it is handed to him with a smile. That did not appear to please him which was a little confusing. Josh shook his head at me and laughed heartily.
Josh…Forgive the white bread here. He don’t peep our shit. So yeah NIGGUH I got rock. How much papuh you rocking?
Guard…My nigguh! Check this shit. I’ll give you the 411 and let you rock that gate if you hook a nigguh up.
Josh…Bruh. You know what kinda papuh this rock is worth? We talkiin three digits bruh. I ain’t givin that shit up for anything but papuh or pussy.
Kyle…Give it to him. I’ll get you back.
Josh…three digits?
Kyle…Yes.
Josh…Alright my nigguh. It is yo lucky fuggin day. Here you go.
The man turns around and opens the gate for us to enter. To be honest me and my friends have speculated the contents behind this gate. This is huge for me and my big headed brother. Plus that demon that Deacon Horrible sent after me is in deep trouble.
We see a bunch of prototypes on the wall for aliens would be my guess. Honestly that is what it looks like. Josh looks at the wall and starts laughing again.
Josh…I fuggin told ya. I told you that light skin bitch was fugged up. I had no idea that bitch was an alien. Bet she freaky as fugg.
Kyle…Maybe we can move on from your ever burgeoning love life and free the souls of the men and women in that silver briefcase match. Oh and Nocturnal. Where is that demon that wrecked our apartment.
Josh…I’m taking that out his ass!
The demon walks up to me holding a silver briefcase surrounded by other smaller demons. The briefcase glows bright silver and the demon smiles widely at our appearance. Josh has a question for the big headed demon.
Josh…I got a question before you catch these hands. Why did you steal the talent of everyone in the silver briefcase match? You forgot my little brother.
Demon…Kyle Manson? He is in the match? He shouldn’t be. My boy Horrible beat his ass last week. DAMN IT!
Kyle…You said something about a competition for souls?
Demon…Your choice.
Josh…THESE MUTHA FUGGIN HANDS, BITCH!
DEMON…His choice.
My big headed brother never uses his head. He always thinks violence is the answer. A look around makes my answer clear. The demon has split hooves. That is a key but of information to have. This is going to be easier than pointing out Violetta’s butt looks big with or without a ladder.
Demon…Your answer?
Kyle…Rock climbing.
Demon…Shit!
Watching that big headed demon trying to climb a rock was extremely entertaining. It reminds me of watching Nocturnal not thinking he is better than he is. The demon was defeated and handed over the briefcase. With a knowing look, Josh looks inside the briefcase. He seems alarmed as my brain already knew.
Josh…It’s fuggin empty.
Kyle…You sure are a quick one. Of course it is empty. All these people do is hit each other with shovels and chairs. How much talent does that take? The stolen talent never existed. I mean come on, Josh. Barbed wire dildos and dark churches? Dude, that is a plague on society. Some unintelligent female asking if a ladder makes her butt look big. This is why white guys won’t have sex with you. Some cretin shopping for a ladder? Kevin Drake…enough said. Nomad? Puh-lease. There is no talent because there was none to steal.
Josh…You little shit! Where my money bitch?
WHERE MY MONEY BITCH
WHERE MY MONEY BITCH!
That was certainly a strange dream. And why is my big headed brother asking for money? Everything is fixed! No big headed demon destruction! Now if only my brother was not a dipshit.
WHAT? I AINT THAT SQUARE!
My phone is pulled out with all of the documents ready to send. Guess parts of this dream were true. Press send!
Damn I need to stop calling asleep while watching Spacejam.
The substance of his comments were on the level even if his methods left a little bit to be desired. He left out a few key details that need clearing up before we continue. The comments about us being raised by polygamists has a factual base. We left for the reasons my brother detailed. That is where things went off the rails so to speak. My brother worked hard to put me through school. Learning things has always come easy to me. There is no reason for that other than things just are what they are. As Josh worked hard for whatever job he was at, my scholastic aptitude kept rising.
Upon my graduation from high school, not one person had better grades than me. Some might call it bring a valedictorian, but those titles never meant anything to me. The journey has always been more academically pleasing than the destination. A scholarship at MIT was the result of both my brother and my hard work. Let me make this clear. Without my brother none of that ever would have happened.
My brother chose his route and I chose mine. He chose to chase after women with questionable moral turpitude, while my path was one of making the world a better place to live. My ability to raise my voice and allow the correctness of my message to be heard was encouraged at MIT. When a person goes to college he is programmed to think a certain way about doing things properly. Information is drilled into your brain until your reactions become reflex.
Josh…Yo. You been sittin there rubbing your back for an hour. You have not answered my question. What the fugg ya gone do?
Kyle…To be quite honest, the whole idea of a second match was a bit of a surprise to me. The whole idea of doing this was a one off type of situation. I felt like if I survived Deacon Horrible it was a win. Now not only do I have to work for this ethically irresponsible company again, but it’s in a ladder match against eight other people. This is definitely not what I had in mind.
Josh…You gonna get yo azz handed to you pretty boy. This is not just against some nobodies. Some of these cats are former champions. If you couldn’t beat one dude, what the fugg ya gone do against eight, you feel me?
Kyle…I really do not need your ebonical breakdown of the situation. What I am going to do is very simple. So simple I may only need to explain it to you twice. There are some wrongs that need righted. It is what I have been doing since I was seven. I point out things that are wrong and try to fix them.
Josh…What you think is wrong, Playboy?
Kyle…There are so many things wrong in New Edge Wrestling it could take some time. The main thing is that this should be a showcase of the best. It seems to be a case of the old boy network. This seems to be something to be swept under the rug. It is my job to make sure my voice is heard.
Josh…No. It is yo job to bring that papuh home. The briefcase equals the papuh Mister college man. See I peeped you out with mathematics.
Kyle…Very nice, big brother. There are other issues to be investigated at another time. I will simple focus on the biggest one first. Miss Swan should be featured better than she is. She pinned the man that will somehow fight for the top prize. The guy has one win out of three tries against an actual human. Thirty three percent is not as good a one hundred percent. Even you can do that math.
Josh…You catchin feelings for that ho?
Kyle…I would not consider Miss Swan in that vulgar vain. She deserves better than she is receiving. Just like this country deserves a great president. Not the trash we have in that position at the current time. Sometimes you have to raise your voice to exterminate oppression. But I do have a goal.
Josh…To remain alive?
Kyle…No. Nothing that dramatic.
Josh…So your goal is to die?
Kyle…Big Brother try to be quiet for a minute and learn something. My goal is to put a stop to the violence in New Edge Wrestling. I will start by putting a stop to the Buried Alive Match. I will also put a stop to the debacle that is Roger Wright vs. Hazard. This mind numbing violence for the sake of violence must stop before their horrible example harms the innocent.
Josh…For fugg sake. Stop with all the fuggin Millennial candy ass bullshit. People can fight if they wish. You cannot stop freedom.
Kyle…Watch me! Any action taken in the Buried alive match is attempted murder. Each act is punishable by five to ten years in a state correctional facility. Maybe those two egos could use some humbling. Additionally, any action taken by Roger Wright or Hazard will result in an assault charge. The proper authorities will handle this situation.
Josh…Tell a brutha you ain’t callin the po-po.
Kyle…We live in a civilized society in which these actions are against the law. Perhaps a lawsuit and an injunction is in order. You do realize I passed the bar exam.
Josh…You think suing them is the answer?
Kyle…If these cretins will not to the responsible thing and send the proper message then I shall do it for them. It is only for their own good.
Josh…Who are you to decide what is for anyone else’s own good?
Kyle…I happen to be a college graduate with a pre law degree. I am simply smarter and better than they are.
As Josh and myself are having this argument, the television is rambling on. Josh has been watching a lot of that trash on the New Edge Network. The announcer is announcing some odd developments in the happenings of New Edge over the past several hours.
One by one each of the participants in the match is seen talking normally and then slurs their words and starts to shake. The eventually fall facedown with an emblem with the number 51 beside their bodies. Only Nocturnal remains close to what he was before the occurrence. Each man tries to punch but they look like drunken sailors in the effort.
Josh…What the fugg?
Kyle…Do you really not comprehend what is going on? There has been a breach in Area 51. Some of the aliens escaped to steal the talents of New Edge Wrestling stars. Ironically they are the ones in this Silver Briefcase match.
Josh…What’s the deal with Noc?
Kyle…That is much like a brainsucker attaching itself to you. It would starve to death. These aliens are stealing talent. Nocturnal does not possess any of that.
Josh…Fugg off. You just got a huge break if what you say is true. That contract is all yours if none of them can fight.
Kyle…That would not seem fair….
As the words were escaping my lips, a seven foot tall demon comes towards me and breaks through the apartment door. His deep breathing tells me he has something to say. Either that or he is mentally retarded. It is kind of hard to decipher the difference sometimes.
Demon…HUMAN! Your friends are now my slaves. If you wish to free their souls you must face me in the competition of your choice. If you are successful you will regain their souls. If you fail your soul becomes mine. MWUHAHAHAHHA.
The demon destroys the rest of my home as he leaves. Of course there is no question that is coming out of my security deposit. That totally sucks.
Josh…So whatcha gonna do? Brutha? Damn can’t rip thick azz shirts.
Kyle...Do you think that was the demon that Deacon Horrible said was coming for me? If so maybe that is the reason he screamed my name over and over incoherently. Actually what I am going to do is go to Area 51 in Nevada and get those would back.
Josh…That is dumb as shit. You got the match on lock, cuz. That contract is yours, my man. For once, do the wrong thing.
Kyle…I have already been in contact with my Facebook friends. We are going to area 51. We are getting those souls back to their owners. And we are stopping those two matches from ever taking place. Let’s go.
Josh…Why not? Bet them aliens got some good smoke.
The two of us walk to what used to be the door and walk out as rubble keeps hitting us. Damn that drywall sure does hurt.
TWENTY SIX HOURS LATER IN HENDERSON, NV…
Many important things have happened since taking this trip. Most of the last day has been spent putting this lawsuit and injunction inquiry together. The language has to be perfect for that to happen. It is especially important considering the timeliness of the action. Those people are going to be forced to do the right thing.
Josh has been looking at me funny all day long and it is getting more annoying than listening to pro gun activists telling us how guns are safe when the contrary opinion is true. All guns need to be banned for our citizens to be safe. Someone has to be the bad parent and put these rednecks in timeout. That does not stop Josh from staring a hole in my forehead.
Kyle…What?
Josh…You fuggin know what. What makes you think you know so much more than everyone else and tell people what to do? I been wondering that since last week. You can’t tell people how to act all the time. It pisses people the fugg off.
Kyle…Yes I can. The reason I can tell people what is best for them is your own fault, Joshua Manson. The things coming upon this society and on New Edge Wrestling is your fault not mine.
Josh…Bullshit!
Kyle…You are upset because Nocturnal is the symbol of the senseless violence in this decayed society. All of his churches and violence are against what good people stand for. He talks about sex and violence constantly. He brags about things he has no right to brag about. His murderous ways will not be allowed to exist on this mortal plane. Nocturnal is bring taken care of as we speak. His ways are not the ways of truth and righteousness.
Josh…What did you do?
Kyle…Anything a responsible citizen of this country would do in the case of a sexual deviant running around. Think of the example he sets for the youth of America. The innocent minds could get the wrong idea. So his little video has been sent to the FBI. As a sex offended he can be tracked. He will not be the symbol for others to gleam onto.
Josh…You are not judge and jury.
Kyle…Nope. I am far more intelligent than any of the rest of them are. We are going to take these souls back. Then New Edge Wrestling will be the socially responsible company that sets healthy examples for the youth of America. They have no choice.
Josh…Bruh. You are acting like an evil Mister Rogers. This system you are talking about is based on freedom. You tryin to take that away.
Kyle…This is a philosophical discussion for another time. It is time to get into area 51.
The man sitting in front of the gate is a short guy with pale black skin and terrible acne. I think Josh would call him lightskin. Josh will never tell me why skin tone is so important to black people. Heck he has light skin too.
Guard…This is a highly classified area. You must remove yourself from the area before you are shot. Now head to the guard shack to be debriefed.
Josh…Yo. Ain’t nobody taking my Calvin’s. You ain’t comin nowhere near my drawers.
Kyle…He means he wants to make sure anything we know remains unknown. He is not taking your underwear.
The two of us walk away. I knew Josh was considering jumping him, but the gun on his lap discouraged that course of action. The man starts scratching at his uniform madly as he looks at my brother.
Guard…Got any rock, NIGGUH?
Being the helpful person that I am, my hands make their way to a fairly large stone covered in soil. With a smile it is handed to him with a smile. That did not appear to please him which was a little confusing. Josh shook his head at me and laughed heartily.
Josh…Forgive the white bread here. He don’t peep our shit. So yeah NIGGUH I got rock. How much papuh you rocking?
Guard…My nigguh! Check this shit. I’ll give you the 411 and let you rock that gate if you hook a nigguh up.
Josh…Bruh. You know what kinda papuh this rock is worth? We talkiin three digits bruh. I ain’t givin that shit up for anything but papuh or pussy.
Kyle…Give it to him. I’ll get you back.
Josh…three digits?
Kyle…Yes.
Josh…Alright my nigguh. It is yo lucky fuggin day. Here you go.
The man turns around and opens the gate for us to enter. To be honest me and my friends have speculated the contents behind this gate. This is huge for me and my big headed brother. Plus that demon that Deacon Horrible sent after me is in deep trouble.
We see a bunch of prototypes on the wall for aliens would be my guess. Honestly that is what it looks like. Josh looks at the wall and starts laughing again.
Josh…I fuggin told ya. I told you that light skin bitch was fugged up. I had no idea that bitch was an alien. Bet she freaky as fugg.
Kyle…Maybe we can move on from your ever burgeoning love life and free the souls of the men and women in that silver briefcase match. Oh and Nocturnal. Where is that demon that wrecked our apartment.
Josh…I’m taking that out his ass!
The demon walks up to me holding a silver briefcase surrounded by other smaller demons. The briefcase glows bright silver and the demon smiles widely at our appearance. Josh has a question for the big headed demon.
Josh…I got a question before you catch these hands. Why did you steal the talent of everyone in the silver briefcase match? You forgot my little brother.
Demon…Kyle Manson? He is in the match? He shouldn’t be. My boy Horrible beat his ass last week. DAMN IT!
Kyle…You said something about a competition for souls?
Demon…Your choice.
Josh…THESE MUTHA FUGGIN HANDS, BITCH!
DEMON…His choice.
My big headed brother never uses his head. He always thinks violence is the answer. A look around makes my answer clear. The demon has split hooves. That is a key but of information to have. This is going to be easier than pointing out Violetta’s butt looks big with or without a ladder.
Demon…Your answer?
Kyle…Rock climbing.
Demon…Shit!
Watching that big headed demon trying to climb a rock was extremely entertaining. It reminds me of watching Nocturnal not thinking he is better than he is. The demon was defeated and handed over the briefcase. With a knowing look, Josh looks inside the briefcase. He seems alarmed as my brain already knew.
Josh…It’s fuggin empty.
Kyle…You sure are a quick one. Of course it is empty. All these people do is hit each other with shovels and chairs. How much talent does that take? The stolen talent never existed. I mean come on, Josh. Barbed wire dildos and dark churches? Dude, that is a plague on society. Some unintelligent female asking if a ladder makes her butt look big. This is why white guys won’t have sex with you. Some cretin shopping for a ladder? Kevin Drake…enough said. Nomad? Puh-lease. There is no talent because there was none to steal.
Josh…You little shit! Where my money bitch?
WHERE MY MONEY BITCH
WHERE MY MONEY BITCH!
That was certainly a strange dream. And why is my big headed brother asking for money? Everything is fixed! No big headed demon destruction! Now if only my brother was not a dipshit.
WHAT? I AINT THAT SQUARE!
My phone is pulled out with all of the documents ready to send. Guess parts of this dream were true. Press send!
Damn I need to stop calling asleep while watching Spacejam.