In this RPG you can participate if you have had problems with car service workers. there is a valley full of the f*ers and they are stuck there for you to kill. Enjoy.
"Ma' am. If you were on the appointment books I would have your phone number already. By the way Ma' am can I get your number, I know this really great donut spot that has some mean Krispy Kremes." The fat greasy guy gae a smile that was a few teeth short of a full set and he wiped so black grease off onto his pants.
She blinked for a moment then grinned slowly. "You must not be able to see my name because the light is so dim in here," she said sweetly as she began rummaging through her purse. "I have just the thing to help you out." She pulled out a lighter emblazoned with a Ford logo. "Seems approprite eh?"
She flicked on th flame and set fire to the appointment book. "can you see better yet?"
"what is wrong with you?" The grease slopper shouted. "Now you'll have to take me to dinner and a movie, jeez. Dames are all the same. Crazy."
The room of Alarm installers burst into laughter.
A faint green light faded as Bertron landed next ti Enna.
"Is there a problem here?" Bertrin grinned as he looked at his friend.
"Not until you interupted me and Miss. Cutey here." The mechanic sputtered at the interloper.
"Ah ha! Finally, somebody sensible," she declared, grinning back at Bertron. "explain to jackass here that alarms taht go off for no reason cause more than annoyance. They cause severe physical harm when they malfunction."
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"How's that?" The beefy man asked shortly before Bertron's fist smashed into his nose and mouth.
"If the alarm worked you would have known that was coming schmuck." Bertron grinned as the mechanics started to stand.
"Ohh, there's a lot of them to beat up, where to start? Enna, pick one and I'll give him a wedgie so bad he'll be able to taste his underwear."
Enna hopped over the counter and stomped over to some guy who looked as though he'd bathed in cologne that morning. She jabbed him right in the chest. "This one! He used to be a salesman and he's the one who insisted on showing me lighted mirrors. Who the hell cares if there's a lit mirror when you drive?!"
Bertron grinned and sprung over the counter. the weasly man tried to run, but it was no use. Bertron caught him in a few strides and knocked him on his face.
"Smile for the camera, douchebag!" Bertron pulled at the man's underwear until he could wrap ot over the back of the guy's head and tuck it under his chin.
"Ahhh, Mhmmmmm" the man's screams were muffled and pained.
"Alrighty, anyone else you wish to see tortured? I can make one of them sing like a ten year old girl saprano if you want."
Lord Bertron says:
"Bertron grinned and sprung over the counter. the weasly man tried to run, but it was no use. Bertron caught him in a few strides and knocked him on his face."Smile for the camera, douchebag!" Bertron pulled at the man's underwear until he could wrap ot over the back of the guy's head and tuck it under his chin."Ahhh, Mhmmmmm" the man's screams were muffled and pained."Alrighty, anyone else you wish to see tortured? I can make one of them sing like a ten year old girl saprano if you want.""
"Well, sure," Enna said brightly as she tucked a handover Bertron's arm. "There's this appliance salesman..."
"Excuse me." Bertron pats Enna's hand and walks away, grabbing the mailman by the collar of the shirt and drags him away.
The sounds of struggle fills the air as Bertron shoves a hand full of mail down the man's throat and stuffs the rest where ever there is room for it.
Bertron strolls back up and holds his arm out for Enna.
"Shall we continue?" Bertron grins.
Nny has just wandered in.
"Hey, a bunch of annoying idiots! What fun!"
Yeah, man! Kill them all!
And then kill yourself.
Shut UP, D-Boy. There's mayhem to be had!
Nny grins and takes out a pair of short swords.
"Heeey-I know you! You sold me my car! And it's a piece of junk!!! I'm gonna kill you now."
And he does so.
Then he kills eight or nine others for good measure.
Nny overhears. "Stuff? What stuff? Cuz I could really use a new chain saw. You'd be surprised how tough bones are . . . and I'd like a chain whip, a mute's bridal, a Spanish tickler, an iron spider, an earchopper helmet, a tongue trap . . . I made myself a pear of anguish one time, you know. That was fun . . . so if you find any stuff like that, could I have one?"
Whatever is left of Nny's sanity shakes its head and sighs.
Nny notices a mechanic wandering around in circles.
"Could you look at my car? It's starting to fall apart, frankly."
"Sure. That'll be $5600 for the look and $11970 for failing to fix it, cuz it's obviously unfixable."
Nny groans. "How about you fix it as best you can and I don't cut your head off?"
"B-b-but it can't be fixed! It's dead!"
Don't worry-so are you!" And he stabs the guy.
Zaraki's mask smiled as his hand reached up and removed it. He held the mask out for Enna.
"Hold this I don't want to get any lice or anything this guy has on or in it." Zaraki walked towards the man. "Escuse me sir?"
"Ehh?" The man looked up in time to see the sledge in Zaraki's hand swing out and smash into his left arm. "Ahhhhh!"
Zaraki grabs the man and heads behind a car. For about a minute the man can be heard screaming and pleading before he is duct taped to the wall upside down.
"Think he understood what I was saying there?" Zaraki asks as he walks towards Enna.
"Why thank you!" Enna said sweetly.
She set the ladder up near the duct taped man and commenced to installing the alarm. Though she did hop off the ladder to attach the alarm sensors to the the poor SOB's eyelids. She patted him on the forehead and grinned the grin of a happy shark.
"I do hope I did this right. You be sure andlet me know," she told him. With that, the man blinked and the alarm blared.
Enna wiped her hnds together andbounced back to Zaraki. "Are there more people who need beating?"
"You tell me. I'm good, but you know there is also Obnoxious Co- Workers Valley, and it is close by too." Zaraki grinned as the man flinched as they walked by, causing him to blink.
'Hannnnnnnnnn! Whirrrrrr! Hannnnnn!'
The alarm was like music to Zaraki's ears.