TRASH
"Oh fuck off retard! I'm not the fuckin' facially deformed waste of flesh whose only talent is killing things that are just slightly less intelligent than him!"
Junior didn't quite catch all of what you said, but your hostile tone and the word "retard" was enough to trigger his rage.
"NOT RETARD! JUST DIFFERENT! AAAAAGHH!" Junior screams and swings his hammer at you. You jump out of the way and run out of the door. Junior crashes through the door with his hammer, breaking it down completely. He's in full pursuit of you.
As you run towards the truck, you run into Clem.
"Well he's out of the slaughter house, now get this big fucker off of me!" you say running past him, Clem sees Junior and attempts to stop him, but Junior's too mad! He pushes his own Dad aside and continues after you! You run to your truck and know Junior's behind you still and then you hear a gun shot. You turn around and see Junior on the ground holding on to his bloody leg wailing. Clem's wife Bertha waddles over holding a smoking pistol.
"Damn, thanks Bertha. I thought you hated me though."
"I do, and I was aiming for you! I know you were probably the one upset my boy!" Bertha goes over to check on Junior and begins cradling him. Clem comes walking up.
"Shit Mel, why the hell you get him riled up like that?"
"Me? I didn't do shit! He's the one trying to kill me!"
"Yeah? Well he ain't the only one!" Bertha shouts.
"I think you better just leave Mel, I'm sorry to say, but you just ain't welcome here no more. Stir up too much contro-versy you do."
"Oh fuck it then; I can't stand this fuckin' fucked up family anyway."
You get in your truck angry as hell and drive home. No fuckin' beer at home either to calm yourself down with, you attempt to compensate by smoking the left over cigarette butts on the floor, but its just not the same thing. Tina comes home, sees you pissed off and immediately lays down the law.
"Alright here's the deal, I know you're pissed off, but don't think you're gonna be fucking me all damn night to get out your aggression. You got two hours to do what you gotta do and then I'm fuckin' goin' to bed!" Tina says.
Junior didn't quite catch all of what you said, but your hostile tone and the word "retard" was enough to trigger his rage.
"NOT RETARD! JUST DIFFERENT! AAAAAGHH!" Junior screams and swings his hammer at you. You jump out of the way and run out of the door. Junior crashes through the door with his hammer, breaking it down completely. He's in full pursuit of you.
As you run towards the truck, you run into Clem.
"Well he's out of the slaughter house, now get this big fucker off of me!" you say running past him, Clem sees Junior and attempts to stop him, but Junior's too mad! He pushes his own Dad aside and continues after you! You run to your truck and know Junior's behind you still and then you hear a gun shot. You turn around and see Junior on the ground holding on to his bloody leg wailing. Clem's wife Bertha waddles over holding a smoking pistol.
"Damn, thanks Bertha. I thought you hated me though."
"I do, and I was aiming for you! I know you were probably the one upset my boy!" Bertha goes over to check on Junior and begins cradling him. Clem comes walking up.
"Shit Mel, why the hell you get him riled up like that?"
"Me? I didn't do shit! He's the one trying to kill me!"
"Yeah? Well he ain't the only one!" Bertha shouts.
"I think you better just leave Mel, I'm sorry to say, but you just ain't welcome here no more. Stir up too much contro-versy you do."
"Oh fuck it then; I can't stand this fuckin' fucked up family anyway."
You get in your truck angry as hell and drive home. No fuckin' beer at home either to calm yourself down with, you attempt to compensate by smoking the left over cigarette butts on the floor, but its just not the same thing. Tina comes home, sees you pissed off and immediately lays down the law.
"Alright here's the deal, I know you're pissed off, but don't think you're gonna be fucking me all damn night to get out your aggression. You got two hours to do what you gotta do and then I'm fuckin' goin' to bed!" Tina says.
