Day of Domain

by Spotlite

 

"So, agreed?"

"Sure."

"Ok."

"Wait, wait! Agree to what?"

"The thing we’re agreeing on, duh!"

"But all you said was ‘so, agreed’. There was nothing before that."

"Oh, right."

As they all stood in bewilderment of Spotlite’s idiocy, they also had to take into account that he had just shot an IV bag full of painkillers into his arm. He was obviously going to be a little screwed up.

"So... anyone for tennis?" he asked, as if forgetting everything that had happened just seconds ago.

"Sure, I’m game." Trans answered, having not even heard the question.

"No. I have to go. Wash my hair. Yeah, that works," smugly answered Biosoldier.

"Yes sir! Wait, what was we talking aboot? Hahah! Aboot. Like those god damned canadians!" Spot said, dazed as a... damn Canadian after a hockey game. "I are need ateing!"

"What?!" everyone else asked in unison.

"I are need ateing! ...I’M HUNGRY!"

"Ooohh..."

And so they ventured to Wal-Mart for some unknown reason! Instantly, they were amazed and horrified by the huge selection of off-brand clothes and the ability to buy fire-starting kits IN ONE STORE! Why nobody had decided to combine the two into one blazing inferno of death was beyond them. So they tried it. And they were banned from that Wal-Mart forever! And so were their children! And their children’s children! And their children’s children’s children! ...For three weeks. But that didn’t matter, seeing as it was burned to the ground! Oh glorious day! Why? Who knows?!

Later on, they realized this story was going nowhere, so they went and ate lunch... IN HELL!!! And what an exciting experience that was. Satan tried to eat Shizuka, but he just burst through Satan’s neck and shat down his throat. Satan was none too happy, so he ran for his comfort blanket as his sucking neck wound healed. Because Satan can’t die in Hell. Cause it’s Hell. So they left in Trans’ van.

Then they went to... EB! Biosoldier stole 47 games without getting caught, while Kain just took 100 more with nothing but a threat to all the employee’s lives. Indeed, he is most persuasive. Especially when he has a Murasame in his hand, ready to strike. Since the food court was right across from EB, they went there and ate the food of the gods! Well, the gods of fast food if you believe in that sort of thing.

And Spotlite said it was good. So they left for Trans’ house. Where they played Soul Caliber 2 for two days nonstop! The only reason they stopped was because Cheesy Boy’s eyes started to bleed. Normally this wouldn’t call for any attention, but he was covering the chips with his blood, and that’s just not acceptable.

So they piled into Trans’ van and drove to the hospital, where Cheesy was put under intensive care for severe eye damage. And Quantum said it was funny. So a good laugh was shared, though it was drowned out by the blood-curdling screams of the eye-inflamed Cheesy Boy.

Then while Cheesy was still being operated on, they went to Pizza Hut on Susie Wilson Road, and Spotlite and Quantum’s pizza took an hour and forty-five minutes to get to them! But it was free. And they said it was good. Then they all left, except Barbie Boy and Trans, who waited with Spot until his ride came! And he said it was good. Then his ride got there, so BB and Trans left as fast as they could to get out of the cold. And Spot said they were wussies, but he was wearing a leather trench coat, so he couldn’t compare to their coldness. And he said he was awesome.

Thus ends the Day of Domain, which only comes once every... random story Spotlite writes.

The End. Blargh!