TRASH
Well, he's not going to shut up until you help him and you don't feel like hearing Tina bitching at you for not bringing in any money, so
"Alright, alright shut the fuck up! Where is he?"
"He hopped under that table."
You look around and grab the box from Bobby and try to sneak up on the frog. You attempt to lunge at it, but it deftly leaps out your way as you smash your head again against the table. In your dazed state the frog jumps in your face, and then flicks his tongue at you mockingly, before hopping off again.
"Why you miserable little fucking BUG SNIPER!" you shout in frustration. You end up chasing the little green bastard all over the house until you finally trap him in the closet.
"Get him out! I have to put him back in the box!" Bobby whines.
"No! Leave it the fuck in there! I ain't risking chasing it all over the damn place again! You can get him out later when I'm far, far away from this fuckin' place!" you say and grab yourself another beer. You go back to watching the game, but Bobby still won't leave you alone, and is now asking you countless questions about what you're watching.
You know how to put an end to this
"Hey kid wanna beer?"
"What?"
"Well if you're gonna be a big boy and watching the game, you gotta drink beer!"
"But Mommy says I'm not old enough."
You find it weird that she has no problems with leaving her kid with a complete stranger though.
"Nonsense! Here ya go! Drink! It's never too early to start! That's what my dad always said um when he was sober that is." You then hand Bobby some beer.
Well it doesn't take long for little Bobby to start feeling pretty good, a couple more beers later and he's out like a light on the sofa, leaving you in peace for the remainder of the night. When his mother gets home you collect your money and leave.
You get home and Tina's already there. You flash the money you made at her in an "I told you so." kind of way. She's unimpressed by your antics, but since you did gooder, you're allowed to fuck her.
And really that's all that's important.
"Alright, alright shut the fuck up! Where is he?"
"He hopped under that table."
You look around and grab the box from Bobby and try to sneak up on the frog. You attempt to lunge at it, but it deftly leaps out your way as you smash your head again against the table. In your dazed state the frog jumps in your face, and then flicks his tongue at you mockingly, before hopping off again.
"Why you miserable little fucking BUG SNIPER!" you shout in frustration. You end up chasing the little green bastard all over the house until you finally trap him in the closet.
"Get him out! I have to put him back in the box!" Bobby whines.
"No! Leave it the fuck in there! I ain't risking chasing it all over the damn place again! You can get him out later when I'm far, far away from this fuckin' place!" you say and grab yourself another beer. You go back to watching the game, but Bobby still won't leave you alone, and is now asking you countless questions about what you're watching.
You know how to put an end to this
"Hey kid wanna beer?"
"What?"
"Well if you're gonna be a big boy and watching the game, you gotta drink beer!"
"But Mommy says I'm not old enough."
You find it weird that she has no problems with leaving her kid with a complete stranger though.
"Nonsense! Here ya go! Drink! It's never too early to start! That's what my dad always said um when he was sober that is." You then hand Bobby some beer.
Well it doesn't take long for little Bobby to start feeling pretty good, a couple more beers later and he's out like a light on the sofa, leaving you in peace for the remainder of the night. When his mother gets home you collect your money and leave.
You get home and Tina's already there. You flash the money you made at her in an "I told you so." kind of way. She's unimpressed by your antics, but since you did gooder, you're allowed to fuck her.
And really that's all that's important.
