06-01-2008, 01:25 AM
Continued from here...
After waiting for some time, Uno finally was at the front of the line. He looked ahead to the old man behind the counter. The man looked like he had seen many years of a long; perhaps too long. The man was short and wrinkled, and wore an oversized pair of eyeglasses. He yelled, “Alright, will the next whippersnapper get the hell up here?! I don’t got all day!”
Taking that as his cue, Uno stepped up to the front of the small table. He stood at attention in front of the elderly man, waiting for him to say something. After waiting for a few moments, he began to get impatient. “Excuse me?” he asked, waiting for the man to respond. He didn’t move a muscle. Uno moved closer to the old man, wondering what was wrong with him. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the old man had fallen asleep. Uno sighed, nudging the man’s shoulder to wake him up.
“Gahwha!?!” the old man screamed, franticly opening his eyes and flailing his arms about. Uno quickly backed off, no wishing to anger his elder anymore than he already had. When the man had calmed down, he adjusted his glasses and looked directly at the white-haired young man. “Ah, it’s another one of you damn whippersnappers. You nearly scared the false teeth out of me!”
“Sorry, sir.” apologized Uno.
“Don’t you sorry sir me! All of you damn youngins and your ‘rock n roll.’ Back in my day, we didn’t have ‘guitars’. We had classical instruments, ya hear? It was a rock you hit with a stick. Best music I ever heard. Those were the good old days. But now you damn whippersnappers and yur ‘Wal-Marts’ and yur ‘florescent lights’ and yur ‘Blu-Ray’ and yur ‘Barbie dolls’ and yur ‘Y2K’ and yur ‘Nascar’ and yur ‘hybrids’ and yur ‘laptops’ and yur ‘YouTube videos’ and yur ‘cat food’ and yur ‘extreme Frisbee’ and yur ‘MC Hammer’ and yur ‘quantum physics’ and yur ‘bling bling’ and yur ‘PS3s’ and yur ‘calculators’ and yur ‘Cloverfeild’ and yur ‘post it notes’ and yur ‘Jell-O’ and yur ‘picket fences’ and yur ‘glove compartments’ and yur ‘used panty dispensers’ and yur ‘baggy pants’ and yur ‘Jew fros’ and yur ‘Limewire’ and yur ‘lunchboxes’ and yur ‘toilets’ and yur…”
“ALRIGHT!” Uno yelled, silencing the old man for a moment. The white-haired weapon master took a deep breath and then calmly asked, “Could you please get on with it?”
“Hmpf, you damn whippersnappers are so impatient. Anyway, what’s yur name?”
“Uno.”
“Don’t know? You don’t know yur name?! I tell yah, these whippersnappers are getting dumber by the minute.”
“No, it’s ‘Uno.’” the white-haired weapon master tried to explain.
“I heard you the first time, you don’t know. That’s fine, you’ll be that unnamed ‘X’ contestant that all the damn whippersnappers find mysterious and sexy. I tell yah, these girls today are dumber than a sack of beans. And I’ve lived through enough shit to know that. In fact, I think I took one just now. Good thing I have my diaper on. That’s the one good thing you whippersnappers have invented. That, and prune juice. You know, that reminds me of a time…”
While the old man was rambling, Uno grabbed a signup sheet from the desk and filled it out himself. He then went in front of the camera and summoned a Ki ball into his hand. He juggled with it before tossing it up into the air. He quickly grabbed his Tachi blade and sliced the ball in two, which exploded behind him in an epic fashion. Uno then sheathed his sword and walked himself to the teleport, entering the coordinates himself. As he began to dissipate, he could still hear the rambling of the old man.
“…but he didn’t find the fungus until he was fifty-nine!”
After waiting for some time, Uno finally was at the front of the line. He looked ahead to the old man behind the counter. The man looked like he had seen many years of a long; perhaps too long. The man was short and wrinkled, and wore an oversized pair of eyeglasses. He yelled, “Alright, will the next whippersnapper get the hell up here?! I don’t got all day!”
Taking that as his cue, Uno stepped up to the front of the small table. He stood at attention in front of the elderly man, waiting for him to say something. After waiting for a few moments, he began to get impatient. “Excuse me?” he asked, waiting for the man to respond. He didn’t move a muscle. Uno moved closer to the old man, wondering what was wrong with him. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the old man had fallen asleep. Uno sighed, nudging the man’s shoulder to wake him up.
“Gahwha!?!” the old man screamed, franticly opening his eyes and flailing his arms about. Uno quickly backed off, no wishing to anger his elder anymore than he already had. When the man had calmed down, he adjusted his glasses and looked directly at the white-haired young man. “Ah, it’s another one of you damn whippersnappers. You nearly scared the false teeth out of me!”
“Sorry, sir.” apologized Uno.
“Don’t you sorry sir me! All of you damn youngins and your ‘rock n roll.’ Back in my day, we didn’t have ‘guitars’. We had classical instruments, ya hear? It was a rock you hit with a stick. Best music I ever heard. Those were the good old days. But now you damn whippersnappers and yur ‘Wal-Marts’ and yur ‘florescent lights’ and yur ‘Blu-Ray’ and yur ‘Barbie dolls’ and yur ‘Y2K’ and yur ‘Nascar’ and yur ‘hybrids’ and yur ‘laptops’ and yur ‘YouTube videos’ and yur ‘cat food’ and yur ‘extreme Frisbee’ and yur ‘MC Hammer’ and yur ‘quantum physics’ and yur ‘bling bling’ and yur ‘PS3s’ and yur ‘calculators’ and yur ‘Cloverfeild’ and yur ‘post it notes’ and yur ‘Jell-O’ and yur ‘picket fences’ and yur ‘glove compartments’ and yur ‘used panty dispensers’ and yur ‘baggy pants’ and yur ‘Jew fros’ and yur ‘Limewire’ and yur ‘lunchboxes’ and yur ‘toilets’ and yur…”
“ALRIGHT!” Uno yelled, silencing the old man for a moment. The white-haired weapon master took a deep breath and then calmly asked, “Could you please get on with it?”
“Hmpf, you damn whippersnappers are so impatient. Anyway, what’s yur name?”
“Uno.”
“Don’t know? You don’t know yur name?! I tell yah, these whippersnappers are getting dumber by the minute.”
“No, it’s ‘Uno.’” the white-haired weapon master tried to explain.
“I heard you the first time, you don’t know. That’s fine, you’ll be that unnamed ‘X’ contestant that all the damn whippersnappers find mysterious and sexy. I tell yah, these girls today are dumber than a sack of beans. And I’ve lived through enough shit to know that. In fact, I think I took one just now. Good thing I have my diaper on. That’s the one good thing you whippersnappers have invented. That, and prune juice. You know, that reminds me of a time…”
While the old man was rambling, Uno grabbed a signup sheet from the desk and filled it out himself. He then went in front of the camera and summoned a Ki ball into his hand. He juggled with it before tossing it up into the air. He quickly grabbed his Tachi blade and sliced the ball in two, which exploded behind him in an epic fashion. Uno then sheathed his sword and walked himself to the teleport, entering the coordinates himself. As he began to dissipate, he could still hear the rambling of the old man.
“…but he didn’t find the fungus until he was fifty-nine!”
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