Promo: Damned Carnies

[Guest Grand Slam]

It is late in the day at the Arena and everyone, including the aquarium reps have left, taking the manatee with them.  Stubby's office is once again quiet.  The Commissioner calmly sits at his desk, convinced that the Carnival have had their fun and now he can get some work done.  Tired and weary, he sits down in his chair, stretching his back.  He leans the chair back as far as it will go... and he hears a small ::click::.

 

Immediately, Stubby bolts upright, convinced that he has set off some sort of trap.  He looks around, not expecting anything and at the same time expecting everything.  He takes several breaths and counts to twenty... but nothing happens.  Relieved, he takes a deep breath and looks at his papers, countless things that need to be done and no time to do it in.

 

As he sets his pen to signing the contract of a development talent, he hears a quiet, almost imperceptible snap over his head.  Then the flood starts.  Not water, not sand, something far, far worse.  Hundreds upon hundreds of stuffed pandas fall down from the false ceiling, piling up around Stubby and his desk resigned to his fate, the Commissioner of the SWF sits quietly as the deluge continues...

 

...and continues...

 

 

 

 

... and continues...

 

There are pandas everywhere.  Small pandas and large pandas, beanie pandas and moehair pandas, standing pandas and sitting pandas.. pandas pandas pandas!!!!  Red pandas, blue pandas, purple pandas, orange pandas, black pandas, white pandas, green pandas and muti-colored polka dotted and tie-dyed pandas!!  When the torrent of stuffed animals finally stops, they leave only the head and face of Stubby McWeed visible.  With remarkable self control, the Commissioner sits there for a moment, then grumbles under his breath...

 

"Damned Carnies..."

 

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Elsewhere, Johnny Rotten, El Luchadore Magnifico and "Grand Slam" Mark Stevens sit at a table in the sun.  All three men are wearing sunglasses and sipping beer.

 

Magnifico holds his beer a few inches in the air.  "Muchos gracias Mark."

 

Rotten also salutes Stevens with his bottle.  "Agreed.  Thanks for the beers Grand Slam."

 

The Heavy Hitter smiles and tips his bottle towards theirs.  "You deserve it.  Rotten used his commissionary powers to let me have access to Stubby's chair as they unloaded it.  Mags here actually went out and bought all the stuffed pandas.  I would love to see his face right now, buried up to the neck in stuffed pandas..."

 

Rotten laughs.  " I know what he'd be saying."

 

All three men share a loud laugh and say together, "Damned Carnies..."

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Heh heh.  Poor Stubby...I'm almost starting to feel bad for the guy.

 

...

 

NOT!  TOTALLY SWEET!

 

...back to sobriety.

[Guest HVilleThugg]

STOP IT DAMMIT!!!  Stop picking on Stubby or I shall be forced to retaliate!!!  

 

Oh....yeah, another good one.  Seemingly no real point to this one, except to piss off Stubby and have some fun in doing so...very nice.

 

Da "thinking of a way to kill the entire Midnight Carnival...OUCH, my brain hurts" H

[Guest AnnieEclectic]

Hey, Stubby should be glad it wasn't the Clan doing it. Which would you rather have, up to your neck in stuffed pandas, or sharp instruments of death and torture?

 

The choice my friends, is easy

 

-Annie

[Guest Suicide King]

Heck yeah!  Give me the caltrops and shurikens any day of the week!

[Guest chirs3]

Of course the point is just to tick off Stubby... what else are we here for?

 

PANDAAAA!

[Guest Insanityman]

Awesome, it's raining panadas! Makes me want to go face and improve just to maybe one day join those damn Carnies...

[Guest Ash Ketchum]

*sings* IT'S RAININ'.... PANDAS!!!!!

 

Excellent promo.

 

Carnies+Ash=ULTIMATE GREATNESS!!!

 

 

And wait until you see MY SWF plans... MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!