rising up out of the back seat-nuh

I've already been out clubbing tonight. Now it's morning and I'm tired. Ah, how the mighty have fallen...

::Canada airport. A car pulls up. Anglesault and Canadian Chick climb out, both with a cross look on their faces:: CC: God, you are easily the most irritating man I have ever met. AS: Hey, it's not my fault you don't appreciate high culture. CC: For the last time. AEROSMITH. IS NOT. HIGH. CULTURE!!! AS: Ah, you're just jealous. CC: Of what? AS: Oh, you know. CC: No. AS: Yeah you do. CC: What the hell are you talking about? AS: Shhh. CC: Oh, fuck this. Look there's private jet DG26Y. That's our baby! AS: Cool, lets go. ::Anglesault and Canadian Chick walk up to the plane. A set of stairs leading to the plane's door is set up with a note at the bottom. Anglesault picks it up and reads it for narrative purposes:: AS: "Welcome, Anglesault and Canadian Chick. Please enter the plane. Your destination will be revealed once the flight has started. Food and drink has been provided along with a television, a video player and a compilation tape of "The best moments of Angle and Edge". Lots of love. Mysterious stranger." So what do you reckon? CC: Sounds suspicious. Maybe we shouldn't go. AS: But if we do that, you'll never find out what happened to Kotz and Zack, and I'll never find out if they've got any frozen peas. CC: Okay. Lets do it. ::The intrepid duo enter the plane. Once inside they are amazed by the extravagant splendour of the interior, with velvet curtains draped across the walls, a nice red carpet and 2 reclinable chairs:: AS: Cool! Reclinable chairs! ::They both sit down as the plane takes off. After a few hours of Edge and Angle matches they (understandably) fall asleep. When Canadian Chick awakes she is confronted by a masked figure:: CC: Ah! Hey, who are you? Where did you come from? Masked Stranger: Heh. So many questions for one so young. Relax my dear. Do you wish to wake your companion? CC: Yeah, why not. He's beginning to drool. ::Canadian Chick slaps Anglesault hard on the forehead:: AS: What? The? Fuck? ::Anglesault opens his eyes to see the masked stranger:: AS: Wow, Canadian Chick. You look like shit without your face on. CC: I'm over here dumbass. AS: Oh. Then who's this dumbass? CC: ? Masked Stranger: Relax. All will be revealed shortly. Here, I took the liberty of preparing you both a drink. ::The masked stranger reaches down by his chair and picks up three flutes of champagne. He gives one to Canadian Chick, one to Anglesault and keeps the last for himself. Canadian Chick leans over to whisper in the masked strangers ear:: CC: Um, hey. Mr Stranger? I'm not sure you should be giving AS champagne. He's out of touch with reality as it is. Masked Stranger: Relax, my dear. It's only apple juice. He'll never realise the difference ::Anglesault sips some of his drink:: AS: Ah, an alcohol. I drink it all the time. Delicious! CC: I see your point. Masked Stranger: You will have to drink it quickly my friends. We have almost arrived at our destination. AS: Oh, what exotic climes has this mysterious stranger escorted us to? The Mediterrainian? The Bahamas? Goa? Masked Stranger: That would be telling Anglesault. CC: Well, that sign out there says "Welcome to sunny Houston". Masked Stranger: Yeah. Well, the rents cheap. Let us go. ::The trio step out of the plan and straight into a waiting stretch limo with tinted windows:: Masked Stranger: So, you wish to know why I brought you here? I was contacted by Choken to bring Canadian Chick and Zack, whatever the cost. Even if it meant the deaths of Kotz and Anglesault. AS: But wait. I'm alive and Zacks dead. Now I don't take any pleasure in pointing out glaring plot holes but: WTF? Masked Stranger: Ah, yes. That was my mistake. I thought Zack was you when I, ahem, disposed of him. CC: That's all well and good. But who exactly are you. Masked Stranger: Elementary my dear. I. Am. BANKY! AS: Oh. Well, that makes sense, I guess. But why did Choken contact you? Banky: Simple. To end the reign of Dames. ::The limo pulls up outside an apartment building:: Banky: Come with me. There's someone I think you'd like to meet. ::They enter a non-descript condominium, which houses one of those cool swivel chairs that Bond films have. The chair turns round to reveal a figure smoking a Cuban Cigar and holding a chapagne glass:: Choken: It's good to see you all again. I believe there is some business you can all help me with. *TO BE CONTINUED*

::We return to Canadian Chicks basement the morning after the night before. Anglesault awakes from his unconscious slumber. He sits up, rubs his head, and looks across to see Canadian Chick doing the same:: AS: Ow. What the hell happened last night? CC: I dunno. The last thing I remember was struggling with Zack and Kotz a few seconds after you got knocked out. AS: Wow. I wonder where they went? CC: God knows. I'm going upstairs to get some water. AS: Good call. ::The two of them go up the stairs and into Canadian Chick's kitchen:: AS: Zack! Kotz! Where'd you guys go to? ::Suddenly Canadian Chick spies a puddle of blood on the floor:: CC: *GASP* Oh. My. God. AS: Hey. That blood? CC: Yep. And there's a trail of it leading to my walk in meat freezer. ::They walk over to Canadian Chick's massive meat freezer:: AS: Hey, CC. Sorry to ruin the suspense, and all, but why the hell do you have an industrial sized meat freezer? CC: Meh. It came with the place. Besides, you never know when you're gonna need a place to store hundreds of tonnes of fresh meat. AS: Oh yeah. That happened to me once. The saddest day of my life. So, you gonna open the door? CC: Me? AS: Yeah. I figure, seing as it's your freezer and all. CC: But I'm a girl. And besides, that freezer probably contains the bodies of two of my lovers. AS: So. You want me to do it, then. CC: Yes please. AS: It's just I hurt my arm a few months back, and my doctor says I... CC: JUST DO IT BITCH! AS: Okay then. Here I go. ::Anglesault opens the freezer door and looks inside while Canadian Chick looks away:: AS: Wow, this is a big freezer. Hey, if I ever need somewhere to store my meat, can I come round here? CC: *sigh* Just tell me what's in the freezer AS. AS: Right. A pack of Fish Fingers. An open pack of potato wedges. Um, some chocolate ice cream. Kotz and Zack. Some, hey! Are those frozen peas? I love frozen peas! CC: Kotz and Zack? AS: Oh yeah, I said that without thinking about it. Hey, they look kinda dead. You wanna have a look? CC: Nooooo! ::Canadian Chick runs to the sink and starts crying uncontrollably. Anglesault approaches her nervously from behind:: AS: Hey. You okay? CC: *mumbles something* AS: I didn't quite catch that. Was it a yes? CC: No, you dumb gimp! AS: Oh. Because if it was a yes, I was gonna cook those frozen peas. CC: *sobs* AS: So, um. What you upset about? CC: Zack and Kotz, the two men I loved more than any other in this thread, got killed mysteriously last night. How's that for starters. AS: Oh, so you're really upset bout that, huh? Hey, you know what'd cheer you up? Frozen peas! CC: Oh, fuck off Anglesault. ::Anglesault wonders intothe freezer to get the frozen peas. He comes back out holding the bag a few seconds later:: AS: Hey. This isn't abag of frozen peas. It's a bag of mixed veg. Argh! That is easily the most shocking and annoying thing that could happen to me today. CC: WAAAAAHHHHHH! AS: Yea, I know. Mixed veg sucks! ::The phone rings in the living room:: AS: So, you gonna get that? CC: Anything to get away from you. ::Canadian Chick leaves the room:: AS: Hey, what's eating that guy? ::Canadian Chick enters the living room and picks up the phone:: CC: Aloha! Muffled Voice: Canadian Chick. You and Anglesault must come to the airport. Private jet DG26Y is waiting for you. CC: What? Who is this? What's going on? Muffled Voice: If you want to know what happened to Zack and Kotz, be at the airport in an hours time:: ::The phone goes dead. Canadian Chick puts it down and returns to the kitchen:: AS: Hey, CC. Do you like carrots and broccoli? Because, I figured we could share the mixed veg. I'd get all the peas though.. CC: There's no time AS. We've gotta go to the airport! AS: Okay, but only if I can get peas there. *TO BE CONTINUED*

Nah dude, sorry. Feel free to PM me with details and any installment you may want done...

CobainWasMurdered Has a good name for haiku's With five syllables

I'm still waiting to find out who the masked man was in my last post. Seriously!

Oh God, Banky has Turned into Cancer Marney Only he makes sense...

I'm aware of that But without some inspiration It would turn out crap

Stop trolling...

Lumberjacking rocks They get to play with axes And other sharp things

Haiku's are high art And they require artistic Insperation, 'kay?

In Britain it's nice Sunny and warm by the sea I'm out to play, now.

Grand Scale Stupidity from all concerned.

Turtledove Horsefly and the Groove Masters of 2049

Umm, you can have a flame war with a brick wall. Ask CWM who's comments to Egan were met with stuff about cookies. That reminds me: I must have a flame war with BrickWall, or whatever the dudes name is. Hilarity will ensue...

Wait. This little flame war is over and Eagan didn't lose? It's times like this I'm glad I never joined Bankywood...

^Is Papacita Risks the wrath of Sean Waltman With his Chyna love.

*This flame war is currently ranked LAME*

The New Me is right And in haiku form, no less He gets a cookie.

I know this is back-tracking a bit, but... *AHEM*

^Pointed out mistake However editing rocks So no-one will know

The Cumstackers.

You mean the four horsemen of the appocalypse? Who's Famine?

^YNA is right He likes Buffy and fit girls And so I like him

Eagan is too harsh That is IDRM-cock And is a nice size