Post by Benz on Jan 29, 2021 13:11:14 GMT
“Fu** I need a drink.”
Just like a monster rising from the swamp a figure climbs out from the garbage pile. His clothes are a strange colour, not brown or green somewhere in-between. Is Grewn a colour? If so that. The smell is indescribable, which actually means it can be described but you get the idea.
Benz fka James Beneveti hocks a lump of flehm onto the floor of the grey London Street. A quick check of the empty bottles strewn around him yields nothing. Not even a drop no matter how many times Benz shakes the bottle onto his stuck-out tongue.
“You’ve done that before, normally with a d*ck instead of a bottle” the rough voice of Pissy McGee sounds like the man has been gurgling razors blades covered in herpes. He too is covered in Grewn clothing and enveloped in an aroma only a binman could love.
“I needed the money and besides I didn’t know that wasnt a part of a communion at the time.” A smirking Benz responds,
Both men laugh then look shifty. A third man rises from the trash swamp.
“I will cut the pair of you feks if you don’t stop laughing, you know happiness brings me pain.”
“That’s what you told that reporter to get a hug so you could goose her Joe. We know you’re just a straight out weirdo” Benz mimes picking the reporter up like a bowling ball.
“But yer our weirdo Joe” chimes in Pissy as he goes to hug the knife-loving Scot.
“I will cut you!”
A flyer lands on Joe’s face making him miss his potentially fatal swing. With a growl he snatchs the flyer off his face.
“IIW LOCKDOWN INVITATIONAL CUP! Jimmy didn’t you used to wrestle for them? They’re starting back up, says here its gonna be on Netflix.“
Benz, Jimmy to a knife-wielding manic he calls a friend; grabs the flyer.
“IIW? Netflix, who watches Netflix since they lost the office? Who posts flyers during a lockdown? Osh has more money than sense, saying that if he has a pound fifty he has more money than sense.”
He looks up the street, the flyers are everywhere.
“But how can we get to Manchester? We don’t have any money or transport?”
“If we get high enough we could fly there?!” Pissy unhelpfully offers.
“Yer a fekking idjit McGee” Stabby Joe is not amused. “I have a better idea, there a long-distance lorry park down the way. There a few regulars who stop by and give food for favours.”
Benz slips back his hood, showing his unkempt hair and straggly beard. “Great idea Joseph. Pissy its your turn, now take those teeth out its time for you to take your communion”
McGee reluctantly removes his dentures and puts them in his pocket.
“Again….” sigh
The camera pulls back to a nearby roof top where Charlie Schmidt is tossing ,piles of flyers into the street.
"Idiots... now who's going to clean this up"
Just like a monster rising from the swamp a figure climbs out from the garbage pile. His clothes are a strange colour, not brown or green somewhere in-between. Is Grewn a colour? If so that. The smell is indescribable, which actually means it can be described but you get the idea.
Benz fka James Beneveti hocks a lump of flehm onto the floor of the grey London Street. A quick check of the empty bottles strewn around him yields nothing. Not even a drop no matter how many times Benz shakes the bottle onto his stuck-out tongue.
“You’ve done that before, normally with a d*ck instead of a bottle” the rough voice of Pissy McGee sounds like the man has been gurgling razors blades covered in herpes. He too is covered in Grewn clothing and enveloped in an aroma only a binman could love.
“I needed the money and besides I didn’t know that wasnt a part of a communion at the time.” A smirking Benz responds,
Both men laugh then look shifty. A third man rises from the trash swamp.
“I will cut the pair of you feks if you don’t stop laughing, you know happiness brings me pain.”
“That’s what you told that reporter to get a hug so you could goose her Joe. We know you’re just a straight out weirdo” Benz mimes picking the reporter up like a bowling ball.
“But yer our weirdo Joe” chimes in Pissy as he goes to hug the knife-loving Scot.
“I will cut you!”
A flyer lands on Joe’s face making him miss his potentially fatal swing. With a growl he snatchs the flyer off his face.
“IIW LOCKDOWN INVITATIONAL CUP! Jimmy didn’t you used to wrestle for them? They’re starting back up, says here its gonna be on Netflix.“
Benz, Jimmy to a knife-wielding manic he calls a friend; grabs the flyer.
“IIW? Netflix, who watches Netflix since they lost the office? Who posts flyers during a lockdown? Osh has more money than sense, saying that if he has a pound fifty he has more money than sense.”
He looks up the street, the flyers are everywhere.
“But how can we get to Manchester? We don’t have any money or transport?”
“If we get high enough we could fly there?!” Pissy unhelpfully offers.
“Yer a fekking idjit McGee” Stabby Joe is not amused. “I have a better idea, there a long-distance lorry park down the way. There a few regulars who stop by and give food for favours.”
Benz slips back his hood, showing his unkempt hair and straggly beard. “Great idea Joseph. Pissy its your turn, now take those teeth out its time for you to take your communion”
McGee reluctantly removes his dentures and puts them in his pocket.
“Again….” sigh
The camera pulls back to a nearby roof top where Charlie Schmidt is tossing ,piles of flyers into the street.
"Idiots... now who's going to clean this up"