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Post by Steve Sinclair on Jul 25, 2019 1:08:36 GMT
Bester in a suit and tie is standing at a gravesite with his hands in front of him, his head lowered and looks to be saying a prayer. Standing in front of a casket, a small tiny wooden casket that is hovering over a hole slightly bigger than the casket with tiny little 2x4’s under the casket. A small tiny red rose is placed on top of the tiny little casket.
Time seems to stand still for an eternity while the services for “Monkey” is wrapping up. Yes, Bester is holding a funeral for monkey.
Bester wipes a small tear from his eye and looks up after saying a few words to himself.
Bester: “I’m going to miss you monkey. You were a great monkey too. Always there for me, cheering me up. I just wish I was there for you in your hour of need. It pains me to think of the pain and suffering you went through under that vending machine outside of Mister Welsh’s office in the hallway as my beloved kitty sank his teeth in your flesh.”
A quick flash to Spartacus cleaning himself while sitting on top of a headstone nearby without a fucking care in the world, like most cats.
Bester: “I will forever remember our time together. What you meant to me I will hold near and dear to my heart till the day I die. I might not ever see….her….again.”
Since we have last seen Bester, or OGDA, or Bester, either or. He has had some time to think about his relationship with Aubrey and monkey, Joe Jones and the chance meeting with “God” at the OCW Arena, with “God” finding his old OGDA mask, returning it to him and the outcome of his last match, which, yes did result in him losing at NSFW. It also resulted in Bester tearing his calf muscle and now he finds himself in rehab hoping to not go under the knife. Bester has finally, finally! Decided that he did nothing wrong with Aubrey, she’s in the wrong, she used him and now he doesn’t like her anymore. Doesn’t want to see her and is moving on with his life.
Plus Jill at the rehab center that Joe, Marcus, Zybala and almost everyone else in the OCW locker room recommended for him to go to is a cutie and there might be a connection there, but Bester is a little gun shy.
So today is the final nail in the coffin, a way for Bester to put an end to this chapter in his life, by laying monkey to rest.
Bester: “I might have wasted the last four to five month of my life and my career on, her, even though she had nice….you know...thingies (Titties to those of you who don’t know Bester/OGDA) and she was my first and that is something that means a lot to me, you however, was very special to me. I just wanted you to know that and I’m sorry for what my kitty did to you. That, that was not nice of him and HE’S A VERY BAD KITTY!”
Flash over to Spartacus, who stops licking himself for a second to glare at Bester. Still no fucks given.
Bester: “I’m sorry and I will miss you.”
Bester gets down on one knee and places his hand on the lid of the coffin.
“You do know it was that racist fucker in the white house right? To stop you from saving the aliens. Right? You knew that?” A toothless tweaker says in clothes that smell of rotten crotch and dead head lice.
This startles Bester. He thought he was alone. Bester stands up, his face white as a ghost.
Bester: “I’m sorry?”
Tweaker: “Your monkey. That girl you were banging.”
Bester: “We only...did that one time…”
Tweaker: “Trump took her. Made her disappear man! She didn't go back to her man, she's tied up in a cage in Area 51 with the aliens. So the aliens, they used their powers to talk to cats, and they, just so you know okay. The aliens made dat cat of yours kill monkey. Yeah man! Aliens can talk to cats. They are sorry for your loss by the way.”
Bester: “Aliens? Trump? Aliens?”
Tweaker: “From area 51.”
Bester: “Area 51?”
Tweaker: “Yeah man! The government, they have been hiding aliens there. Undocumented Aliens live in Area 51, against their will! Like slaves! No healthcare, no Netflix. Their little baby aliens are held in small cages off site. It’s nuts man! Sheer chaos is going on!”
Bester: “So they told my kitty to murdered monkey?”
Tweaker: “They had to reach out to you man, they need you! It’s one of the signs man!”
Bester: “Signs?”
Tweaker: “That they need help! It was on the internet! They said they were going to do this! Yeah, first, they were going to get the attention of the chosen one, the one who can save them, rescue them. There is only one man on earth who can save them. That is you!”
Bester: “Me?”
Tweaker: “Yeah man! That mask!”
Bester: “My mask?”
Tweaker: “Yes! God gave it back to you! That is a sign! God wants you to save the Aliens!”
Bester reaches in his pocket and pulls out his OGDA mask. He unfolds it and looks at it in his hands.
Tweaker: “That’s you! You are the superhero. You are the one who will bully the bullies! You are the one who will stand up for the people who can’t stand up for themselves. The aliens! They need you! They need OGDA to save them! The tests the government do to them, it’s not right. They just came here to eat tacos and they are not getting any tacos! So unfair man!”
Bester: “I don’t know….”
Tweaker: “Trump kidnap your girl! They talked to your cat had your cat kill monkey to get your attention! It is a CRY FOR HELP! THEY NEED YOUR HELP!”
Bester: “This sounds, I don’t know. Fishy. Plus I asked Miss Wagner (Jill) out on a date.”
The tweaker slaps Bester across the face!
Tweaker: “OF COURSE YOU DID! That is what they want!”
Bester: “Who?”
Tweaker: “The republicans! She is a hired slut to get you to fall in love with her so you won’t storm Area 51 and save the aliens!”
Bester: “What’s a republican?”
Tweaker: “Evil overlords who are refusing to allow the aliens to enter planet earth and live here in peace and love with us man! They are evil! They are sons of bitches! Open your eyes! Look around! The republicans are everywhere! Slowly enslaving us and killing off the aliens! You can’t let that happen! You have to lead the charge on Area 51! You have to save them! They want tacos! And free Healthcare!”
Bester looks around, no one else is in the cemetery other than his kitty.
Tweaker: “Look it up man, go home and google it! Generations of aliens are dying every day and their blood is on your hands! They scream out for you! HELP US BESTER! SAVE US! DON’T LET US DIE!”
Bester: “That’s just sad.”
Tweaker: “Yeah man! It is! But you! You can stop this!”
The tweaker looks around and starts to freak out. He starts to back away from Bester.
Bester: “Where are you going?”
Tweaker: “Walmart. I’ve got to go lick the ice cream!”
Bester: “I love ice cream!”
Tweaker: “You should come! It’s not safe here! They are watching us! Come! To the house of Walton! We will be safe there!”
Bester: “And we can have ice cream?”
Tweaker: “Yes! We will lick them all!”
Bester: “How much ice cream is there? I can’t have to much of it. It’s not good for you you know, too much High Fructose Corn Syrup and all.”
Tweaker: “All of the ice cream is there! The aliens, they put messages in the ice cream! You lick the ice cream and then they can tell you where they are and how to get to them!”
Bester: “Really?”
Tweaker: “Yes! Come! Come! We go now!”
Bester: “Well, okay.”
Tweaker takes Bester by the hand and starts to lead him away and towards the nearest WalMart.
Bester: “When was the last time you took a bath?”
Fade out.
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Jul 25, 2019 1:09:16 GMT
Some time later…..
In the Wal-Mart ice cream aisle is Bester and his new buddy Tweaker, who Bester has learned that his name is Mister Rainer. Mister Rainer is a Vietnam Vet who lives free, unattached by material things like cars, houses, bathtubs and has returned to what he calls an animalistic way of life, living off of the land, preferring to channel the spirit of the caveman and bring it back to the primitive. In other words, homeless with no handouts cuz he’s American and not undocumented.
Mister Rainer spent the last hour opening up tubs of ice cream and licking them, looking up at the led light fixtures and seeing if the message from the aliens that are held against their will at Area 51 is in fact in this pint of ice cream. Bester meanwhile selected one flavor, Ben and Jerry’s naturally, went and paid for it, picked up a spoon from the deli counter and is sitting in the aisle up against one of the coolers, which happens to have the frozen veggies in it, so no one will need it, watching Mister Rainer open, lick, stare up at the lights, and repeat this process for an hour. Then it happened.
Mister Rainer pressed his slightly frozen tongue up against a freshly opened pint of Great Value Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream and that is what the message hits him like a brick.
Mister Rainer: “I found it! YEP! I found it!”
Bester is wide eyed, his mouth hangs open as he watches Mister Rainer slowly slides down the cooler door to the floor clutching his head obviously in much pain. Mister Rainer curls up on the floor, squeezing his head with his hands, rocking back and forth on the floor.
Bester: “Is it the aliens? Are they talking to you? Mister Rainer? Are you okay? Do you need help? What do they say Mister Rainer?”
Mister Rainer: “HELP ME! OH GOD! IT’S HURTS! HELP!”
Bester sets his almostt empty container of ice cream down and slides across the floor on his knees next to Mister Rainer. He puts his arms around him, to comfort him.
Bester: “Help how?”
Mister Rainer: “I can see them! In so much pain! They are talking to me! NO! NO! NO!”
Mister Rainer pulls himself away from Bester and frantically finds another half gallon of ice cream to tear into, sticking his tongue out and plunging it into the ice cream. To Bester amazement, Mister Rainer has found another message after tongue punching the ice cream.
Mister Rainer: “Yes! YES! They speak to me!”
Bester’s mind is blown at this point.
Bester: “Really? What do they say?”
Mister Rainer: “We must save them Bester! They are begging us to storm area 51 and save them! They are telling me, showing me the tests that they are subjected to on a daily basis! The horror! So inhumane!”
Bester: “Tests? What kind of tests? Math tests? I was never good at math tests myself..”
Mister Rainer sits up and takes a hold of Bester’s shirt and draws him close to him, his bad breath forcing Beaster to hold his.
Mister Rainer: “Anal probing! The government is sticking some sort of listening device up their little aliens asses with no lube Bester! NO LUBE BESTER!”
Bester places his hands on Mister Rainer’s hands and pulls them off of his shirt and pushes Mister Rainer back. So he can breathe.
Mister Rainer: “Bester. They need you! They need you to save their anal orfices! They need OGDA! Together! With others, we will storm area 51 and save the aliens!”
Bester: “I don’t know where this Area 51 is. I’ve never heard of it. How many aliens are there? Why would they stick a listening device up….there?”
Mister Rainer: “I’m not sure Bester! But for the love god! They are getting anally raped with no lubricate! This is AMERICA! The least we can do is use a little KY! Those damn Republicans bastards! Their buttholes have rights Bester! Right to cooling gel that numbs and soothes an irritated butthole! I didn’t go to fucking Vietnam and shoot up a bunch of gooks to come back home and have a bunch aliens buttholes savagely violated with no lube!”
Bester: “That was a tad random. Mister Rainer? Can we just storm this Area 51 to save the Aliens? If we save them, don’t we kinda save their ...backsides in the process as well?”
Mister Rainer stands up. He kicks all of the prelicked ice cream that was on the floor away, some of which has been melting for some time now, with no sign of a manager or anything. Just customers tracking the melted ice cream up and down the aisle. Mister Rainer looks down at Bester.
Mister Rainer: “NO MORE BUTTHOLES WILL BE BRUTALIZED ON MY CLOCK! YOU ARE EITHER WITH ME OR AGAINST ME! I WILL STORM AREA 51 TO SAVE THOSE ALIENS ANAL CAVITIES! YOU CAN TELL YOURSELF WHATEVER STORY YOU WISH BESTER! TELL YOURSELF THAT THE GOVERNMENT KILLED MONKEY! TELL YOURSELF THAT THEY KIDNAPPED YOUR GIRLFRIEND AND THOSE ALIENS KNOW WHERE SHE IS! YOU CAN RESCUE YOUR GIRLFRIEND AND MAKE SWEET SWEET LOVE TO HER AGAIN! MAKE UP WHATEVER STORY YOU HAVE TO TO HAVE IT THE TRUTH.”
Bester: “Wait? You said the aliens killed Monkey, now it’s the government?”
Mister Rainer: “DAMN IT BESTER!”
Mister Rainer yanks Bester to his feet by his shirt collar and slaps him across the face.
Mister Rainer: “I MADE THOSE STORIES UP TO GET YOU TO STORM AREA 51! I CAN’T DO THIS ALONE!”
Bester: “So…? Miss Aubrey did run away from me?”
Mister Rainer places his hand on Bester’s shoulder and lets out a sigh.
Mister Rainer: “Bro. She fucked ya and left ya. Plain and simple.”
Bester: “I just want to make sure okay? So she wasn’t kidnapped by the government and placed in a cage will all of the other aliens? I’m just confused."
Mister Rainer: "Oh, uhm, yeah, I might have made that up. I have no idea where that slut is."
Bester: "I see."
Bester feels betrayed at this point and wants to punch Mister Rainer for getting his hopes up as he was awake all night long with the vision of Aubrey in a cage held against her will, which come to find out, was a lie. Bester hates liars.
Bester: "Why are we storming area 51?”
Mister Rainer: “For those puckered Alien buttholes! Jesus! I told you how many times now? Keep up son!”
Bester: “I….uhmm…...okay?”
Mister Rainer: “Just answer this one question for me.”
Bester: “Okay?”
Mister Rainer: “Will you follow me into battle and storm Area 51 and save the Aliens? It is very important Bester. There is something hidden out in that desert, something that the government can’t hide anymore. Something of great power. Something that will change the world for ever. I need you for this mission.”
Bester: “I thought we were saving the Aliens? Why does the story keep changing?”
Mister Rainer: “We are, along with something else.”
Bester: “What?”
Mister Rainer: “I’ll explain later, but I need to know if you are in or not?”
Bester thinks this over for a second. Mister Rainer is all over the place and has confused Bester to no end. But in the end Bester looks at Mister Rainer and nods. Mister Rainer smiles.
Mister Rainer: “Bester my good boy! You have made me so happy! Not only will we get your girlfriend back, save some Alien buttholes, but we will bring an end to this government! I will make them get down on its knees and make them beg for forgiveness! How dare they try and stop me from escaping the dome!”
Bester: “Dome? What dome?”
Mister Rainer: “Never mind that! All that is important is that we find others and get a vehicle we can use to go into battle and save the Aliens! To the list from Craig Bester! We need a four wheel drive Jeep!”
Mister Rainer puts his arm around Bester as they leave WalMarts with Mister Rainer telling him more about Area 51, and making Bester even more confused…….
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Scene opens up inside of an office setting with a couple hundred cubicles all looking the same. All this grey fabric cubicles around the five and a half foot height, just high enough to block anyone on the inside from looking out and talking to someone else during work hours.
They are also just tall enough to block anyone from looking in. Almost.
Enter a mid aged slightly overweight gent in a plain white shirt and khakis with well worn out penny loafers. His thick dark rim glasses has the glare of his monitor reflecting off of his lenses as he busy with his data entry job, a job where he wishes he could have 2 screens instead of splitting his 15 inch screen in two to save him from flipping back and forth between screens. His name is Tim as we can see his name badge and Tim is hiding a secret.
Tim is one of those conspiracy junkies and Tim believes that it is the government who made a deal with our capturers to keep us under the dome and it’s the Yamauchi who is trying to free us. As you can imagine, Tim spends several hours after work searching the internet to see what Team ATARI is doing to keep us enslaved to this alien race. Sometimes this research also spills into his work.
Tim’s phone buzzes and he has his phone set to alert him of one thing and one thing only.
Yamauchi news updates.
Tim quickly picks up his phone that is plugged into his charger on the desk by his keyboard. A high level classified document is being shared on the dark web with the hashtag #DigDugFound.
Dig Dug for the ones of you who don’t know, don’t remember or just don’t give a fuck and could care less, is the headquarters for Team ATARI. It is based in the US, being a high security level government agency that is not officially recognized by the US government. It’s location has always been a mystery.
Until now.
Tim’s eyes light up. “Holy shit!” he whispers to himself. “Fuck! We’ve got them!” He then utters to himself. He wants to watch this video, badly. So badly that he is sporting wood. (Not much of a love life I’m guessing). But Tim can’t get busted watching another one of “those” videos again, with Nancy making a scene the last time, making it sound like he’s watching porn or something.
Nancy sits across from Tim and just can’t mind her own fucking buisness. Always spying, asking questions. So much so Tim is convinced Nancy is a Team ATARI spy. Tim glances over his shoulder and Nancy is away.
“Thank god….fucking cunt.” Tim says under his breath. Tim flips his phone over and unlocks it, his finger hovering over the link on the alert. But first, he has to stretch.
Time stands up and throws his arms up in the air, gives out a fake yawn and gives a quick look, as he does every 33 minutes, every day, all day long at work. It’s a routine. It also allows him to see the lay of the land quick, see where everyone is, if anyone is out of place and more importantly, see where fucking Nancy is. And she’s doing her second task at work. Brown nosing with Brad. The boss. Brad is a tall slender semi athletic chap in good shape, likes to run mudders and is single. All the ladies swoon over him but he can’t fool Tim. Tim knows Brad is gay and he figures that Nancy knows this as well, but is tring her best to turn him. Because every gay guy wants to bang a short haired red head, not natural at that, 300 pound fucking cunt. But there Nancy is, touching Brad’s arm and laughing at all his jokes, and listens to his latest mudder stories from the weekend.
Tim sits down because he knows he’s got like 8 minutes till Nancy waddles back to her desk to spy on him some more. His finger pressed on the link, which opens up a dark web forum, and on this forum is a video. Tim hits play……
It’s a hidden cell phone shot video of an internal Yamauchi video. Who shot the video and leaked it is a question for another day. There are several anti Yamauchi groups out there who leak shit everyday. These groups are where Tim gets most of his Yamauchi news as they are tight lipped in general. The video is of Julian Assange, leader of the Yamauchi who has gone into hiding a couple of months ago. The media will have you believe he was arrested, but that is truly fake news, a staged event for the masses. He went into hiding. Something is up and Tim is not sure why either. The clip is short and to the point. Julian is looking to his left at some sort of meeting.
“Are you sure the Dig Dug, Team ATARI’s headquarters is in Area 51?” Julian says and nods. “And the crystals, they are there? Good. Great! No, this is great news! Now we can get those crystals and get one step closer to completing the Energon Device. This is fantastic. Now we just need a plan to attack Area 51…..”
Julian looks to his right.
“Hashtag storm area 51?” Julian says and thinks about it for a second. He slaps his hand on the table top. “I LOVE IT! Yes! Let’s free the aliens!” He says and everyone laughs and the video ends.
“Holy fuck!” Tim whispers so excited. “This is it! The end of Team ATARI! Fuck! Shit!”
“Excuse me?” Nancy says very loudly as she returned to her cubicle. Tim spins around and Nancy is standing at the opening to his cubicle. “Are you watching more porn on your phone?” Nancy then says making sure everyone hears this, including Brad, who starts to make his way over towards them.
Tim stands up, ripping his charger out of the outlet strip.
“You know what Nancy. Why don’t you suck my dick!” Tim says equally as loud. Nancy’s jaw drops and her multi chins jiggle as well.
“I’m so sick of your shit bitch! I wasn’t watching porn! I was chatting with my mom, my dying mother with cancer! She could die any day now and I’m stuck here, getting harassed by your fat ass! Sorry if my dying mother wants to facetime her only son!”
Tim of course is lying, but no one knows this and Nancy is so embarrassed. Brad stops about halfway to the scene once he heard Tim tell Nancy off.
“Oh I’m so sorry!”
“Fuck you Nancy! All you do is sit over there and watch what I’m doing all day! I don’t know what I did to you but this shit needs to stop! Do I say anything to you about how you go to fucking Brad’s office 9 times a day? No I do not! Why are you wasting your time anyways? Brad ain’t fucking you! Johnny has a better chance to fuck Brad!” Tim blasts Nancy with as he starts to leave. Johnny, BTW, is openly gay, and might have a crush on Brad too.
“Oh Tim! I’m so sorry! Please don’t go!”
“I’m outta here you goddamn cunt!” Tim shouts at Nancy across the office as he hits the door and leaves. As Tim exits, and the door closes behind him, he can’t help but smile.
That! That felt good.
Changing scenes to the Oval office.
Yes, thee Oval Office.
2600 and 7800 along with Nolan are sitting on the couches inside the oval office patiently waiting for Willy Mackey (aka The President) to enter the Oval office. How long they have been there, how they got there is unclear. Nolan looks like he’s been there a couple hundred times and is bored with it. 2600 is uptight, his first visit to the oval office and is sweating bullets. 7800 on the other hand is looking at the nicknacks and whatever on the end tables, flipping them over and see where the stuff was made.
“Dilly?”
2600’s eyes get wide. “Put that down 7800! That could be an antique from the early 1800’s!”
Nolan looks at 7800 with a puzzled look on his face. “What do you mean it has a sticker on it?”
“Dilly dilly!” 7800 says and tosses it to Nolan, 2600 is about to stroke out as Nolan catches it and flips it over.
“Kmart? Didn’t that company just went out of business?”
“Dilly dilly.”
“I thought so too. Huh! President is a tightwad I guess.”
Just then the doors to the Oval office open as 2 secret service agents flank the door and the President of the US, Trump walks into the office. Nolan and 2600 stand up and salutes President Trump while 7800 just sits there. Must be a democrat.
“Mister President sir!” 2600 says tight as a banjo string.
Trump stands in front of his desk looking at the trio.
“Mister President. Nice to see you again.” Nolan says.
“Yes Nolan. It is fantastic to see you again.” Trump says.
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.” 7800 says as he then slowly stands up and extends his hand towards Trump. 2600’s eyes are bulging out of his eye sockets and if he could choke 7800 out and get away with it right then and there, he would. Even Nolan holds his breath to see how Trump took 7800’s joke. Finally Trump grins and laughs. He shakes 7800 hands.
“The sense of humor on this guy, it’s fantastic.”
7800 falls back into line, and sports a smirk and looks at 2600 who is standing across from him, right there, on the edge of a heart attack.
“That was great. You know what else is great? What is fantastic? How you two captured two more pieces of the Energon Devise. Yes, that was brilliant. That was just outstanding. You two should be very proud of yourselves.”
“Thank you Mister President.” Nolan says.
“No! Thank you! You helped keep America Safe. I should put that on a hat!”
“Dilly dilly.”
Trump again laughs. This time he slaps 7800 on the shoulder.
“This guy! I swear! I might have to fire someone just to put you on my staff. I can use someone like you on my staff.”
7800 gives 2600 a “There! Fuck you.” look.
“Look. the real reason why I called you here at short notice is this whole storm Area 51 movement that has been happening on social media. Why I don’t think anyone is actually going to storm Area 51, because that would be silly, just very very silly, ludacris even. Nevertheless, we have to take this threat seriously. Therefore, I need my two best men on this silly movement. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what Area 51 means as it is a great place, a wonderful place. But the secrets at Area 51 have to remain just that, a secret! Therefore, I need you two to snuff out this movement and make sure that no one invades Area 51. Okay?”
“Not a problem Mister President.” Nolan says.
“Great! Super! Fantastic!”
“It’ll be my honor Mister President!” 2600 says.
“Great! Great! Thanks!”
“Dilly dilly!”
Trump then laughs. This time he gives 7800 a hug. After a little more small talk for a minute or two, they all shake hands and Team ATARI exits the Oval Office, on the way to Area 51, to defeat the blasted scum of the earth, the Yamauchi!
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Nov 17, 2019 15:56:00 GMT
Some time later….. A wide eyed Bester is standing on some guys front yard with his mouth hanging open. He’s in shock. His mind is blown. Meanwhile Mister Rainer is slowly shaking his head in disbelief. He slides his hands in his old Vietnam army jacket. Mister Rainer “Bester my boy. I hate to say this, but this is one hell of a deal.”Bester “Mister Rainer. It’s fifty grand! I don’t have that kind of money! No way can I ask Mister Jones for that sort of advance. I tweaked my shoulder, I’m not cleared to wrestle.”Both Rainer and Bester are standing in front of a 1985 CJ5 Jeep, that has been lifted, with 44 inch tires, and V8 from a late 70’s corvette that has been “Built”, Dana front and rear with Detroit lockers, a wench, full roll cage, upgraded ignition, Holley Sniper EFI and a Gearstar 350 turbo transmission. Painted in flat drab green, this is the perfect vehicle to storm Area 51 in. But with a Fifty Thousand dollar price tag, our team of alien heroes and girlfriend rescuers are a tad short. The owner is standing off to the side, just glaring at them, slightly annoyed that they are wasting his time. Mister Rainer “I asked if he would take less, but honestly Bester. We can’t build this for less than that. This bad boy will get us through that desert and get us to Area 51.”Bester (Still flabbergasted) “I know, but.”Mister Rainer “You want to get your girl back right?”Bester “I guess. Are you sure she’s there? I saw her post on Tik Tok the other night.”Mister Rainer “I told you Bester! That is the government with that CGI shit! I’m willing to bet they contracted that out to Lucas films! It’s all fake. Fake bullshit!”Bester “I don’t know…”Mister Rainer “Did you post a comment?”Bester “Yes.”Mister Rainer “And?”Bester “She said nothing.”Mister Rainer “See! Fake! She’s fake! Her account is fake! If that was really her, she would have replied. Fake ass robat account can’t reply! I’ve been telling you Bester, your girl is being held against her will! She’s held hostage with the aliens! Bester! I hate to tell you this, but I fear that our government is not only using probes on the aliens buttholes, but on your girlfriends butthole as well! You don’t want that fine looking girl getting her butthole probed do you?”Bester “No….”Mister Rainer “Then damn it Bester! We have to find this money to buy this Jeep! We need to save her butthole!”Bester “I guess. But I don’t have this kind of money. I’m kinda out of work.”Mister Rainer crosses his arms. He thinks about this for a second or two then he gets an idea. He turns to the owner and asks if he gives them a week to raise the funds, if they can still get the Jeep. The owner tell Mister Rainer that if it’s still here and you got cash, cash only, it’s all yours. With that Mister Rainer pats Bester on the shoulder and tells him to follow him……... Just down the street from the Jeep for Sale…. About a block and a half away…. Give or take that half a block….. Sits a RV….. A 1980 Winnebago Chieftain in fact…. Also known as the ATARI Command Center. Flashback 2 in all of her glory and beauty is sitting in the driver's seat, her seat in fact and with her sitting next to her is 2600 co pilot's chair, both FB2 and 2600 have binoculars glues to their eyes while they are watching Mister Rainer and Bester. 2600 “I knew it! Our intell was correct! These two are planning a late raid on Area 51!”FB2 “Those dirty bitches!”2600 lowers his binoculars and glances at FB2, who lately has fallen in love with calling everyone a bitch, motherfucker, etc. Also, she caught 2600 flirting with another girl, who shall remain nameless, (Her code name is, That Fucking Hoe!) and these two once devoted love birds have broken up, but have to remain civil towards one another as they work together. FB2 “Don’t look at me like that you motherfucker! I’ll call them a bitch if I want too!”2600 “Duly noted.”2600 raises his binoculars to see Mister Rainer and Bester leave. 2600 “Oh! They are on the move! We have to follow them! To see where they are going!”FB2 “We both know those two dumb motherfuckers are going back to Walmart. Settle the fuck down.”2600 “But! But!”FB2 “Oh I’m sorry! Do you have to leave? Got a date tonight?”Awkward silence…… 2600 “No….”2600 sheepishly says. FB2 “Yeah okay! While while you and that fucking hoe work on getting another STD, I’ve got work to do!”FB2 tosses her binoculars on the dash and gets up out of her seat. 2600 “Wait? Where are you going?”FB2 “My job! Stopping the enemy! You know, something you should be focusing in on!”2600 has nothing to say to that has FB2 disappears in the back. 2600 sighs. He wants to cry. Some girl took a fancy on him, and she forced herself on him, started kissing him, unzipping his battlesuit and FB2 just happened to walk in on them. Ever since, she won’t listen to him, won’t forgive him and is making his day hell. And today is just another one of his hellish days being reminded on how heart broken and pissed she at him. Also, This is a great opportunity for FB2 to remind 2600 what he is missing out on. The side door to the MCC slams shut and FB2 is strutting her stuff down the side of the RV and across the front of it to the side of the road and 2600 can’t believe his eyes! Wearing nothing but cowboy boots, cut off jean shorts that is super close to being thongs, a red and black flannel shirt that is tied off in the front and no bra, with her girls pretty much out there for the world to see, not to mention her long long legs, FB2 makes her way down the street towards the Jeep. She is so smoking hot, cars slow down just to take a nice (and creepy) look at her. Men come out of their houses just to look at her. Every satellite in the world have all stopped and focuses in on her. 2600’s heart rate picks up. His palms get sweaty. Blood starts pumping to another part of his body….. 7800 pokes his head into the cabin of the MCC and he can’t remove his eyes from her amazing ass. 7800 “Dilly…...dilly.”2600 “7800….if you ever say that again, I will kill you.”Heart ache is what 2600 is feeling as FB2 struts her stuff up on the lawn and towards the Jeep. The owner with love in his eyes, lust in his heart, a chub in his pants, greets her as FB2 slowly walks around the Jeep dragging her finger tip along the fenders with a smile on her face. “Hey there sweetheart.” this mid aged man says as he adjusts his jeans to hide his erection that is brewing. “Is this thing for sale Sugar?” FB2 says with the sweetest, nicest southern belle accent. “Sure is!” The owner says FB2 stops and slowly bends over to look at the tires, exposing more of her ass. He starts to get sweaty and excited just hoping for a sneak peak. FB2 slowly straightens up and looks over her shoulder. “How much?” FB2 ask and slides her hand down the fendor in a seductive manner. “For you? 10 grand. But you’ll want to test drive it first.” He says as he starts to dig in his pocket for the keys. FB2 turns and leans up against the side of the jeep, arching her back, popping open her shirt some. “I sure do Sugar. I want to make sure that it’s a good fit. I wouldn’t want something that’s going to…” bites her bottom lip. “Disappoint me.”The owner tosses her the keys, and FB2 slowly climbs up in the driver's seat and he watches her every move. She places her hands on the steering wheel, while also pushing the girls together. “Hmmm. So far this feel nice. Real nice. I like how I’m up high and on top, of the road. I like being in command.”“I think I like that too.” The owner says. FB2 holds up the key and gives him a wink. She giggles before inserting the key and firing up the Jeep. “Oh! So powerful!” she says. “I love that!”“Me too.” The owner says. “I’ll just take it for a spin Sugar. Is that okay?”“You can take that wherever you want.” FB2 smiles. “Thanks Sugar!” She says before dropping in gear and driving off. Back in the MCC…. 7800 “Dilly dilly?”2600 shakes his head and lowers his head. 2600 “Yes. I think she just stole the Jeep.”7800 starts to laugh and slaps 2600 on the top of the shoulder. 7800 “Dilly dilly!”2600 “Don’t remind me! I know!”TBC |
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 24, 2019 21:39:18 GMT
It’s been 4 days since Mister Rainer and Bester looked at the Jeep that was built for running through the desert. A jeep that was heavily modified and was anything but cheap. Costing 10 grand and with neither Mister Rainer or Bester having that sort of cash, they launched a go fund me campaign that netted them 400 bucks. They might have missed the marked on the whole saving the aliens, storming area 51 fundraising time frame. Undeterred, they worked together as a team and did what anyone who is needing funds did back in the back. They sold blood. Collected bottles. Mowed lawns. Did some garage clean outs. Became laborers for a day at a job site. Bester was already registered with Uber, and while he hasn’t been Ubering for a while, he was still active. In his 1979 Honda CCV wagon, Betser burned the midnight oil transporting all over the place and in the end, with two days to go. They were 2 grand short. With two days to go before the deadline, they regrouped at the local Walmart in the ice cream section….. Mister Rainer: “Bester, my good fellow, we should be proud of ourselves. We raised in only 5 days a grand total of 8 grand. Not to shaby, we are almost on our way to storming Area 51 and saving some Alien and your lady friend's buttholes.”Bester: “That is a lot of money, but not enough Mister Rainer. Without that Jeep, you'll never make it to Area 51 and save their, you know, butt holes from probing.”Mister Rainer is sitting on the floor in front of the half pints of Great Value Ice Cream, where he has taken a pint of mint chocolate chip, removed the lid and is licking it to get answers. While waiting for the “aliens” to speak to him through the ice cream, he can’t help but notice what is going on in the ice cream aisle. Several women, middle aged soccer mom types, most likely in loveless marriages with work obsessed husbands who are most likely out of shape. These very attractive and some semi attractive ladies kept coming up to Bester and asking him to retrieve something from the top shelf in the coolers, items that weren’t out of their reach, but it was an excuse for these women to have contact with a good looking guy, a guy who kept himself in tip top shape, and was nice to them! A guy they quickly discovered wasn’t hitting on them, or being disrespectful and some women find this to be a turn on. In the ice cream aisle at WalMart, a good guy was winning! Bester would retrieve the bag of carrots from the top shelf, whatever the item was. He would place the bag in their cart and comment on how he loves peas, green beans, etc. The women would then strike a short convo with Bester and it would result in Bester getting a hug. Some of the women would place their hand on his backside, by mistake of course, Bester would never say anything though, mostly due to be embarrassed. This is still a subject Bester does not like talking about even after his one and only girlfriend “turned him into a man” earlier in the year. A couple of the women even asked him if he would like to get together later on. This got the wheels inside Mister Rainer’s head turning. Picking up his phone, he does a quick google search. He then places the pint of ice cream down, leaving it to melt all over the floor. He stands up and sprints over to Bester all excited. Mister Rainer: “Bester! I’ve got it! I know how we can the rest of the money! Tonight!”
Bester: “Really? How?”Mister Rainer: “Follow me! We have to go to the men section and get a few things! Bester! My boy! You are going dancing tonight!”Mister Rainer slaps Bester on the shoulder and starts to make his way over to the men section leaving Bester rather confused. Bester: “How is dancing going to raise the two thousand dollars we need to buy the Jeep?”A Mart Cart then pulls up next to Bester, and seated on this cart, exceeding the weight limit of this cart (Yes they have a weight limit!) and looking up at Bester as if he was a cream puff, is this big old women with long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She wets her lips. Fatty in a Mart Cart: “I’d pay good money to watch you dance, studly. I’d pay very good money to get a private dance.” She nods and winks at Bester, who is looking at her very much confused. Unsure of what to say, he takes off after Mister Rainer in a hurry. Fatty in a Mart Cart: “I’d pay 2 grand if you gave me the VIP treatment sweetie! You just think about that!” She yells. Bester: “Mister Rainer! MISTER RAINER!” Bester also begins to shout as panic sets in. In an undisclosed location somewhere in or near Las Vegas…. Inside an old abandoned warehouse…. Where it is like 100 degrees inside…… Flashback 2 has her battle suit half off….. She has it pulled down to her waist and tied off, sporting a pretty pink bra that just happens to be one of those mesh numbers, thus showing some nipple…… The waist band to her matching panties, which we can only assume is also mesh, is peeking out now and then…... 2600 is looking down at the floor, having a real hard time looking at her…… 7800, has no problem looking. In fact you can tell he is smiling under his mask. Flashback 2 is leaning up against the Jeep that Betser and Mister Rainer was looking at, having stolen it to prevent them from acquiring it. FB2 has the girls in their pretty mesh pink bra glory out there for the world to see, and by the world to see, I mean 2600, and by out there, I mean, you can’t suck on these no more. 7800: “Dilly dilly!”7800 high fives FB2 as she looks at him and grins. FB2: “You best be talking about the Jeep.”7800 chuckles. “Dilly dilly.” He says has FB2 narrows her eyes, not believing him. 2600: “What were you thinking? Stealing this vehicle! This goes against protocol…”FB2: “Fucking that whore from the office goes against my protocol, but yeah, whatever. You stick your dick in random chicks, I steal Jeeps that our enemies were trying to buy so they can storm Area 51.”7800 at this point vanishes. 2600 sighs and finally looks up at his former girlfriend, whom he is still in love with. One drunken kiss at a office party though has ruined that for him. 2600: “For the 478th time. I did not have sex with that woman.”FB2: “And yet, I don’t believe you.”2600: “I have said I’m sorry 897 times. I don’t know what more I can say. I am sorry that I was kissing that woman. I am sorry that we were in the office, alone. I had one too many drinks. I went to AA as you commanded me to do. I regret all of it. I wish that night never happened.”FB2: “But it did! It did happen! You broke my heart that night! You tore it from my chest! Threw it on the ground and stomped on it! I felt like shit 2600! I felt worthless! That is what you don’t get! What you don’t understand!”FB2 then pushes off of the Jeep and walks up to 2600 and slaps him across the mask. FB2: “I don’t give a shit that you’re sorry! I could care less how you wish that night never happened. Fucking blaming it on on the alcohol all you want! I fucking can’t stand to look at you! You disgust me!”FB2 slaps 2600 across the face hard again, then she spits in his face and slaps him, repeatedly while starting to break down and cry. 2600 stands there and take it, doesn’t lift a hand to stop her or anything. FB2 then shoves him. FB2: “I FUCKING HATE YOU! I TRUSTED YOU! I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU!”FB2 shoves 2600 again. FB2: “You can’t say sorry for betraying my trust! I have a wish too! You want to hear it? Huh? I wish I fucking died that night. Huh? How does that make you feel? Instead of stabbing me in the back like you did, I wish you just sliced my throat wide open!”FB2 then unloads on 2600, slapping him harder and harder, soon the open hands turns into fists and she uses her fists like hammers, pelting him in the shoulder, neck as 2600 then tries to take cover by using his arms and dropped to his knees, which ends up being a mistake, cuz FB2 then straight out starts driving her knuckles down on him and screaming at him in an incoherent brigade of curse words. Finally, 7800 shows back up, wrapping his arms around FB2, pinning her arms down and lifting her up and carrying her off as quickly as he can, but she still manages to land a boot to the side of 2600’s head. “Dilly dilly! Dilly dilly!” 7800 exclaims as he carries an enraged FB2 off leaving 2600 alone, finally, to collapse on the floor, sobbing……. |
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