Post by inkt on Mar 16, 2013 10:08:44 GMT -6
"Seriously, guys, whoever thought to mix porn and rides, and all that other stuff together? Dude, they're brilliant. C'mon, move your asses!"
Inkt hurries on past Johnny and Pugh. The two of them, once more seem to share a moment as they bask in Inkt's Ignorance.
"That... Ugh.. that made no sense to me man. None what so ever. Seriously, there is no way Inkt is this dumb, pugh. No fuckin' way!"
Pugh pauses and looks to Johnny, and then up the path to Inkt who's damned near power walking towards the attractions.
"I know. I know. But shit, man, out of the ring, he's simple as fuck. Between the drugs, that he'd been on in the past, and now being a part of the spotlight, and... I dont know, dude, it's some sort of weird ass combination that's got him thinkin like a kid again i guess."
"A huge ass kid, with a one track mind."
"Hey now, I know for a fact that you're down with the poon, Johnny boy. Hell, we're all down with it, or else we wouldn't have crossed swords when we railed Jersey last week."
"We did NOT cross swords."
"we didn't? Then who... Ohh gawd dammit."
"Ew, dood, you and Inkt crossed swords?"
"I don-"
Before Pugh could finish his statement, there it was, the large sign boasting Wet N Wild, and standing in front of it with his arms crossed and a surly look upon his face, we see Inkt.
"This? This is some fucking shit right here. How the fuck are you gonna call something wet and wild, and not expect people to think its NOT some sort of fantasy island shit, where people trade in beads instead of money. I was hopin there were gonna be wet t shirt contests. Tits just floppin all over the place. Nude sections, bars, booze, that's fuckin false advertising right there."
Finally Johnny had had enough of Inkt's ignorance.
"Dude, are you fucking kidding me? We're in UNIVERSAL STUDIOS! You seriously can't be this fuckin touched, bro. I mean, c'mon. That's like going to disney land and thinkin that just because they have a ride called Mr. Toad's magical ride or whatever the fuck it is, that its going to be something totally different then what it claims to be."
"You know what Johnny?"
"What, Inkt?"
The frustration upon Johnny's face becomes more and more obvious as he waits for more of Inkt's nonsense.
"I used to call my dick, mr. toad. Okay? So, obviously, i would think it was some sort of cock related ride. I dont care that its in disney land. You call something Mr. Toads magic ride? yeah, porn. Okay? It means some one's ridin that hog like none other. Is it a ride that I'd go on-"
Both Johnny and pugh answer before Inkt could finish with a resounding,
"YES"
"NO! NO I WOULDN'T! Why wouldn't i? Because its the name of my cock. Why would i want to ride on something that makes reference to my dick. That'd make me gay."
"Thing is Inkt, since we're on the subject, im starting to question that shit, man."
"Question what, Johnny?"
Inkt closes in on him and Johnny holds his ground.
"Just come clean man. You did a porn, dood. You fuck maybe one or two chicks a month.. Tops. But who's to say you don't have a different cock in your mouth every night?"
"...Or in your ass."
"Et Tu Pughtus? Et Tu?"
"What the fuck does that even mean?"
"Shakespeare bitch. Educate yourself."
"Wh... Look man, let's just get this shit over with. I know that some where in there, there's an marvel attraction, and-"
"Don't you even say marvel attraction to me, pugh. I already had my hopes up when it came to the transformers shit, okay? And that was a fuckin bust. Plain and simple. Im gonna go in there, and imma get wet, and fuckin wild, cause guess what, baby? I know you heard i was a wild one."
"Jesus christ. Look, ya'll, im about to start peakin here pretty soon. Im just gonna go ahead and catch some of that ball trippin dr. seuss shit over there. Im gonna hit up that tram there, float over shit, and probably spit on you two for wasting my time."
"Dude, you ain't spittin on no one. You've been smackin your mouth for the last ten minutes, you cotton mouthed mother fucker."
Inkt laughs and looks to Johnny.
"Oh damn, he got you there stink fist. Got you hard."
Johnny shakes his head. Clearly, something seems to be a miss with the chemistry between the Kliq, but no one really thinks, and or acts on the moment. Johnny sighs, throws up his middle fingers, and heads off towards the Dr. Seuss attraction.
"you think they'll let him in? I mean, that sounds like some kids only shit, and they didn't take to kindly to brian and dougie over in san francisco land when it came to gettin on the rides."
"think of it like this man, the dude's on his shit man. Sometimes he gets the good highs, some times not so good. Im guessin that based on his little attitude today, he's got himself some shit that ain't jivin right with his system."
"Well, it makes him a fuckin dick, man."
"look, im startin to think that we need to just get this shit over with as soon as possible, okay? I dont wanna leave Dougie, Brian, and Chris all in one room for an extended period of time. Especially with chris bein some what of sound mind. That fuck's gonna rack up the room bill like none other. Between the room service, and the shit ass porn that's on the pay channels... Yeah, nothin good's gonna come of this."
"Probably not. Good thing it's under your name, and we're only here for one night, right? Then its off to cincy."
"Don't call it that. I know you think it sounds good in your head, but that's just not something you need to say. Hell, i'd be shocked if actual locals call it that. You sound like a got damned fool. Oh, and a little personal advice? Pull your head out of your ass and get your game face on. You've got a world title shot... An actual legit shot at kamikaze. The catch is, we're roughly three weeks out. So, how would it look if the potential New Edge World Champion got his ass handed to him three weeks in a row?"
"It'd look like shit, Pugh. But i'd still get that shot, wouldn't i?"
"Not if you're a fuckin loser. Fuck man. Virus... You know, the dude you're fighting this week? He's got the golden contract. He can cash that bitch in when ever. You lose to him this week, what's sayin that, if you some how managed to make it through lookin good till the pay per view, that he doesn't cash it in on your ass. I mean, shit man, yeah, okay, you beat colt or valora, and then BOOM! He cashes it in, and then the dude you lost to could potentially take everything away from you. So, seriously? This isn't a time for fun and fuckin games."
"Wet and wild, pugh. It's totally time for fun and games, big guy. But, truth be told, I understand what you're saying, and hell, it wouldn't surprise me if Jesse were out to fuck me. Not the good kind either. We're talkin no spit, no lube... Nothin. The dry kind. You know the one that really fuckin hurts and some how causes bleeding, no matter what."
Pugh closes his eyes and lets out a deep frustrated sigh...
"Did i just fart?"
"You know what man? Fuck this, you go at this shit alone, man. If you aren't gonna take this shit seriously, then why the fuck should i even bother goin along with you. There's fun, and then there's just fuckin retarded. Right now? You're fuckin retarded. You aren't looking at the big picture man. Listen. When you had a world title shot before, who were you against?"
"X i think... Why?"
"Did you even have any notion at all that, had you given two shits, you might have been able to win the belt? Or were you just too concerned about having fun, and allowing X to continue on his warpath to the top."
"Well... I mean shit, yeah i wanted to have fun. But let's face facts here pugh. You honestly think i had a shot at that shit? Cause i sure as fuck didn't."
"Why didn't you?"
"He was the stronger of the two of us, he would have made that belt into something, hell, he did make that belt into something."
"While you took the fall, and let him just walk all over you on the way to the top. See man, that's what im sayin. You need to open those fuckin eyes of yours and take it all in. There is literally no one, i mean NO one that thinks you can do it because of that shit. They look at you like some sort of fuckin joke, man. They don't know, or even think that you can go toe to toe with the best guys in the business, or even some of the not so best guys. Sure, you've beaten some big names. But then again, how many belts have you had? You had the Trans Atlantic title for what? 20 days or so, and then another time for like literally 5 minutes, before jesse stripped you of it? My point is, Inkt. You're fighting an up hill fuckin battle, son. You've pissed some people off getting this shot that you have, cause to be honest, no one's expecting shit out of you. You've set up your legacy as being a fuckin pair of clown shoes man. When's the last time the clown got the last laugh."
"Fuckin hate clowns, pugh. Don't compare me to that shit."
"Then quit actin like one. Man the fuck up. Take what's yours and get on, son. Get the fuck on! I know you've got what it takes to make something great out of the fuckin world title. Im not sayin get all roided out again and then fuckin rage. But im not sayin go in there all happy go lucky and shit. It doesn't matter who wins this week between colt and valora. That's a road for you to cross later. What matters is, do you win, or does virus. There's more on the line then people think when it comes down to it, doggie."
Inkt ponders a moment. For once the jovial look on his face mixed with simpleton is gone. In turn, he gives off the appearance that Pugh had actually gotten through to him.
"you know what, tubby? You're right. But, shouldn't johnny be giving me this pep talk? He's had a lot more gold then you if i remember. Speaking of, why's he bein such a dick? I mean, sure there's the bad drugs and shit like that, or whatever, but let's face facts here man, ever since he resigned with New edge, and we formed the kliq, the dude's just kind of not been himself, i remember when he was the world champion, he was awesome. Or when he was any champion for that matter, the dude could party. Not that he can't now, but it seems like he's more business then pleasure these days."
"I think you just answered your own question, man. Does johnny have gold right now?"
"No."
"Is he in line for gold right now?"
"Not that I know of, no... What's your point."
"I think he might be drinkin a lil bit of haterade, brah. I mean, don't get me wrong, he'd be acting the same way if it were me in the position you're in, but honestly, i think he might be a little jelly."
"Dude, come on, there's no why he's jelly, the dude's had more gold then i've had dic- kooze. More gold then i've had kooze. Yeah."
"You silly fuckin queer. Look man, enough business, let's go have some fun, huh? Im fixin ta get me some Marvel action, son. Lil bezerker dance? Huh? Yeah, you know what im talkin about. Maybe arm wrassle the hulk? Yup, i could totally get down on that."
"-Get a half masked kiss from spiderman?"
"No! God dammit! NO! Stop! right now! Fuck you're pissin me off with that gay shit."
"Sorry man, ya'll opened the flood gates on me with those gay cracks on the way to the airport. I feel like you know, i can just be myself around you two."
"Being yourself, doesnt mean makin cock comments non stop. Dude, we get it, you did gay porn. Okay? You were in a hard spot. Awesome. We've all done shit at one point or another."
"It's funny that you say 'done shit...' cause in the porn industry when it comes to pumpin it in the ass-"
"STOP!"
"Sorry."
"Fuck man."
"Seriously, you need to stop sending me mixed signals there tubby. Cause, i mean, im open about shit and all, but if you wanna like get down and stuff, that's... well, thats a roofie for another night."
"What?"
"nothin. You know, honestly, im not really feelin this shit. What say you we just cut out of here, huh?"
Inkt looks to Pugh, who pretty much has the same look on his face.
"This whole fuckin day has been a bust."
"Disney world?"
"Nah. Shoot Johnny a text, let him know we're dippin out, and we'll catch up with him later. There's no sense in trying to track his ass down now. By the time we find him, we might not like what we see. So, im guessin, he'd have done the same to us. You know? He wasn't diggin it here anyways. Hell, he could have already dipped out..."
"Good point. Alright, so what's on the agenda then, Pugh? You wanna... Fuck I don't know... You wanna talk some more strategy as far as how im gonna be a great champ?"
"No. I've preached to you enough today man. I've got my own grown up problems. You just focus on your shit this week. Virus ain't no slouch, alright? Remember that shit, son. Just take it one week at a time, knowing that the better you do leading up to Kamikaze, the better that belt's gonna look wrapped around your waist."
Inkt nods. It was few and far between that Pugh had actually given him advice. The dude was a legend in the ring, but to Inkt, he was just 'pugh'. However, when it came to offering those few nuggets of wisdom, Inkt made damned sure to make a mental note of each and every word he said. He was gonna be the best he could. He was gonna do what he did best. Inkt was on his way to the top, but, he was blazing his own trail. Long gone was the man of war. Long gone was the guy who needed the juice to get him mentally focused to reap havoc on the roster of New Edge. Inkt was doing something he had never done before. Inkt was fighting... For himself. His own Pride. Inkt had finally realized what it was like to be out of the shadow, and in the spotlight, and it all started now against the Virus.
"Thanks man."
"For what?"
"For showin me my faults i guess. I mean, I like to party dude."
"Inkt, we all like to party. Don't get me wrong there. But there comes a time where the party needs to stop."
"And then we hit the after party?"
"Brah, if you win, and you do it with class, there's no such thing as an after party. You sir, are the party."
"Gee, thanks dad..."
"Fuck you, text Johnny. Let's get the fuck out of here. False advertising ass bullshit of an amusement park. Fear Factor sucked, Transformers; don't get me started on that happy horseshit again... Fuckin bunch of cock teases."
"And no fuckin porn... None. Fuck this place."
The two of them are seen slowly walking towards the exit of the park, with a large sign saying, thank you for getting wet n wild in universal studios. See you again.
"Fuckin liars."
Both pugh and Inkt flip the sign off as they walk under it...
(Fade)
Inkt hurries on past Johnny and Pugh. The two of them, once more seem to share a moment as they bask in Inkt's Ignorance.
"That... Ugh.. that made no sense to me man. None what so ever. Seriously, there is no way Inkt is this dumb, pugh. No fuckin' way!"
Pugh pauses and looks to Johnny, and then up the path to Inkt who's damned near power walking towards the attractions.
"I know. I know. But shit, man, out of the ring, he's simple as fuck. Between the drugs, that he'd been on in the past, and now being a part of the spotlight, and... I dont know, dude, it's some sort of weird ass combination that's got him thinkin like a kid again i guess."
"A huge ass kid, with a one track mind."
"Hey now, I know for a fact that you're down with the poon, Johnny boy. Hell, we're all down with it, or else we wouldn't have crossed swords when we railed Jersey last week."
"We did NOT cross swords."
"we didn't? Then who... Ohh gawd dammit."
"Ew, dood, you and Inkt crossed swords?"
"I don-"
Before Pugh could finish his statement, there it was, the large sign boasting Wet N Wild, and standing in front of it with his arms crossed and a surly look upon his face, we see Inkt.
"This? This is some fucking shit right here. How the fuck are you gonna call something wet and wild, and not expect people to think its NOT some sort of fantasy island shit, where people trade in beads instead of money. I was hopin there were gonna be wet t shirt contests. Tits just floppin all over the place. Nude sections, bars, booze, that's fuckin false advertising right there."
Finally Johnny had had enough of Inkt's ignorance.
"Dude, are you fucking kidding me? We're in UNIVERSAL STUDIOS! You seriously can't be this fuckin touched, bro. I mean, c'mon. That's like going to disney land and thinkin that just because they have a ride called Mr. Toad's magical ride or whatever the fuck it is, that its going to be something totally different then what it claims to be."
"You know what Johnny?"
"What, Inkt?"
The frustration upon Johnny's face becomes more and more obvious as he waits for more of Inkt's nonsense.
"I used to call my dick, mr. toad. Okay? So, obviously, i would think it was some sort of cock related ride. I dont care that its in disney land. You call something Mr. Toads magic ride? yeah, porn. Okay? It means some one's ridin that hog like none other. Is it a ride that I'd go on-"
Both Johnny and pugh answer before Inkt could finish with a resounding,
"YES"
"NO! NO I WOULDN'T! Why wouldn't i? Because its the name of my cock. Why would i want to ride on something that makes reference to my dick. That'd make me gay."
"Thing is Inkt, since we're on the subject, im starting to question that shit, man."
"Question what, Johnny?"
Inkt closes in on him and Johnny holds his ground.
"Just come clean man. You did a porn, dood. You fuck maybe one or two chicks a month.. Tops. But who's to say you don't have a different cock in your mouth every night?"
"...Or in your ass."
"Et Tu Pughtus? Et Tu?"
"What the fuck does that even mean?"
"Shakespeare bitch. Educate yourself."
"Wh... Look man, let's just get this shit over with. I know that some where in there, there's an marvel attraction, and-"
"Don't you even say marvel attraction to me, pugh. I already had my hopes up when it came to the transformers shit, okay? And that was a fuckin bust. Plain and simple. Im gonna go in there, and imma get wet, and fuckin wild, cause guess what, baby? I know you heard i was a wild one."
"Jesus christ. Look, ya'll, im about to start peakin here pretty soon. Im just gonna go ahead and catch some of that ball trippin dr. seuss shit over there. Im gonna hit up that tram there, float over shit, and probably spit on you two for wasting my time."
"Dude, you ain't spittin on no one. You've been smackin your mouth for the last ten minutes, you cotton mouthed mother fucker."
Inkt laughs and looks to Johnny.
"Oh damn, he got you there stink fist. Got you hard."
Johnny shakes his head. Clearly, something seems to be a miss with the chemistry between the Kliq, but no one really thinks, and or acts on the moment. Johnny sighs, throws up his middle fingers, and heads off towards the Dr. Seuss attraction.
"you think they'll let him in? I mean, that sounds like some kids only shit, and they didn't take to kindly to brian and dougie over in san francisco land when it came to gettin on the rides."
"think of it like this man, the dude's on his shit man. Sometimes he gets the good highs, some times not so good. Im guessin that based on his little attitude today, he's got himself some shit that ain't jivin right with his system."
"Well, it makes him a fuckin dick, man."
"look, im startin to think that we need to just get this shit over with as soon as possible, okay? I dont wanna leave Dougie, Brian, and Chris all in one room for an extended period of time. Especially with chris bein some what of sound mind. That fuck's gonna rack up the room bill like none other. Between the room service, and the shit ass porn that's on the pay channels... Yeah, nothin good's gonna come of this."
"Probably not. Good thing it's under your name, and we're only here for one night, right? Then its off to cincy."
"Don't call it that. I know you think it sounds good in your head, but that's just not something you need to say. Hell, i'd be shocked if actual locals call it that. You sound like a got damned fool. Oh, and a little personal advice? Pull your head out of your ass and get your game face on. You've got a world title shot... An actual legit shot at kamikaze. The catch is, we're roughly three weeks out. So, how would it look if the potential New Edge World Champion got his ass handed to him three weeks in a row?"
"It'd look like shit, Pugh. But i'd still get that shot, wouldn't i?"
"Not if you're a fuckin loser. Fuck man. Virus... You know, the dude you're fighting this week? He's got the golden contract. He can cash that bitch in when ever. You lose to him this week, what's sayin that, if you some how managed to make it through lookin good till the pay per view, that he doesn't cash it in on your ass. I mean, shit man, yeah, okay, you beat colt or valora, and then BOOM! He cashes it in, and then the dude you lost to could potentially take everything away from you. So, seriously? This isn't a time for fun and fuckin games."
"Wet and wild, pugh. It's totally time for fun and games, big guy. But, truth be told, I understand what you're saying, and hell, it wouldn't surprise me if Jesse were out to fuck me. Not the good kind either. We're talkin no spit, no lube... Nothin. The dry kind. You know the one that really fuckin hurts and some how causes bleeding, no matter what."
Pugh closes his eyes and lets out a deep frustrated sigh...
"Did i just fart?"
"You know what man? Fuck this, you go at this shit alone, man. If you aren't gonna take this shit seriously, then why the fuck should i even bother goin along with you. There's fun, and then there's just fuckin retarded. Right now? You're fuckin retarded. You aren't looking at the big picture man. Listen. When you had a world title shot before, who were you against?"
"X i think... Why?"
"Did you even have any notion at all that, had you given two shits, you might have been able to win the belt? Or were you just too concerned about having fun, and allowing X to continue on his warpath to the top."
"Well... I mean shit, yeah i wanted to have fun. But let's face facts here pugh. You honestly think i had a shot at that shit? Cause i sure as fuck didn't."
"Why didn't you?"
"He was the stronger of the two of us, he would have made that belt into something, hell, he did make that belt into something."
"While you took the fall, and let him just walk all over you on the way to the top. See man, that's what im sayin. You need to open those fuckin eyes of yours and take it all in. There is literally no one, i mean NO one that thinks you can do it because of that shit. They look at you like some sort of fuckin joke, man. They don't know, or even think that you can go toe to toe with the best guys in the business, or even some of the not so best guys. Sure, you've beaten some big names. But then again, how many belts have you had? You had the Trans Atlantic title for what? 20 days or so, and then another time for like literally 5 minutes, before jesse stripped you of it? My point is, Inkt. You're fighting an up hill fuckin battle, son. You've pissed some people off getting this shot that you have, cause to be honest, no one's expecting shit out of you. You've set up your legacy as being a fuckin pair of clown shoes man. When's the last time the clown got the last laugh."
"Fuckin hate clowns, pugh. Don't compare me to that shit."
"Then quit actin like one. Man the fuck up. Take what's yours and get on, son. Get the fuck on! I know you've got what it takes to make something great out of the fuckin world title. Im not sayin get all roided out again and then fuckin rage. But im not sayin go in there all happy go lucky and shit. It doesn't matter who wins this week between colt and valora. That's a road for you to cross later. What matters is, do you win, or does virus. There's more on the line then people think when it comes down to it, doggie."
Inkt ponders a moment. For once the jovial look on his face mixed with simpleton is gone. In turn, he gives off the appearance that Pugh had actually gotten through to him.
"you know what, tubby? You're right. But, shouldn't johnny be giving me this pep talk? He's had a lot more gold then you if i remember. Speaking of, why's he bein such a dick? I mean, sure there's the bad drugs and shit like that, or whatever, but let's face facts here man, ever since he resigned with New edge, and we formed the kliq, the dude's just kind of not been himself, i remember when he was the world champion, he was awesome. Or when he was any champion for that matter, the dude could party. Not that he can't now, but it seems like he's more business then pleasure these days."
"I think you just answered your own question, man. Does johnny have gold right now?"
"No."
"Is he in line for gold right now?"
"Not that I know of, no... What's your point."
"I think he might be drinkin a lil bit of haterade, brah. I mean, don't get me wrong, he'd be acting the same way if it were me in the position you're in, but honestly, i think he might be a little jelly."
"Dude, come on, there's no why he's jelly, the dude's had more gold then i've had dic- kooze. More gold then i've had kooze. Yeah."
"You silly fuckin queer. Look man, enough business, let's go have some fun, huh? Im fixin ta get me some Marvel action, son. Lil bezerker dance? Huh? Yeah, you know what im talkin about. Maybe arm wrassle the hulk? Yup, i could totally get down on that."
"-Get a half masked kiss from spiderman?"
"No! God dammit! NO! Stop! right now! Fuck you're pissin me off with that gay shit."
"Sorry man, ya'll opened the flood gates on me with those gay cracks on the way to the airport. I feel like you know, i can just be myself around you two."
"Being yourself, doesnt mean makin cock comments non stop. Dude, we get it, you did gay porn. Okay? You were in a hard spot. Awesome. We've all done shit at one point or another."
"It's funny that you say 'done shit...' cause in the porn industry when it comes to pumpin it in the ass-"
"STOP!"
"Sorry."
"Fuck man."
"Seriously, you need to stop sending me mixed signals there tubby. Cause, i mean, im open about shit and all, but if you wanna like get down and stuff, that's... well, thats a roofie for another night."
"What?"
"nothin. You know, honestly, im not really feelin this shit. What say you we just cut out of here, huh?"
Inkt looks to Pugh, who pretty much has the same look on his face.
"This whole fuckin day has been a bust."
"Disney world?"
"Nah. Shoot Johnny a text, let him know we're dippin out, and we'll catch up with him later. There's no sense in trying to track his ass down now. By the time we find him, we might not like what we see. So, im guessin, he'd have done the same to us. You know? He wasn't diggin it here anyways. Hell, he could have already dipped out..."
"Good point. Alright, so what's on the agenda then, Pugh? You wanna... Fuck I don't know... You wanna talk some more strategy as far as how im gonna be a great champ?"
"No. I've preached to you enough today man. I've got my own grown up problems. You just focus on your shit this week. Virus ain't no slouch, alright? Remember that shit, son. Just take it one week at a time, knowing that the better you do leading up to Kamikaze, the better that belt's gonna look wrapped around your waist."
Inkt nods. It was few and far between that Pugh had actually given him advice. The dude was a legend in the ring, but to Inkt, he was just 'pugh'. However, when it came to offering those few nuggets of wisdom, Inkt made damned sure to make a mental note of each and every word he said. He was gonna be the best he could. He was gonna do what he did best. Inkt was on his way to the top, but, he was blazing his own trail. Long gone was the man of war. Long gone was the guy who needed the juice to get him mentally focused to reap havoc on the roster of New Edge. Inkt was doing something he had never done before. Inkt was fighting... For himself. His own Pride. Inkt had finally realized what it was like to be out of the shadow, and in the spotlight, and it all started now against the Virus.
"Thanks man."
"For what?"
"For showin me my faults i guess. I mean, I like to party dude."
"Inkt, we all like to party. Don't get me wrong there. But there comes a time where the party needs to stop."
"And then we hit the after party?"
"Brah, if you win, and you do it with class, there's no such thing as an after party. You sir, are the party."
"Gee, thanks dad..."
"Fuck you, text Johnny. Let's get the fuck out of here. False advertising ass bullshit of an amusement park. Fear Factor sucked, Transformers; don't get me started on that happy horseshit again... Fuckin bunch of cock teases."
"And no fuckin porn... None. Fuck this place."
The two of them are seen slowly walking towards the exit of the park, with a large sign saying, thank you for getting wet n wild in universal studios. See you again.
"Fuckin liars."
Both pugh and Inkt flip the sign off as they walk under it...
(Fade)