Post by Donzig on Jan 17, 2011 11:26:31 GMT -4
"Excuse me."
The woman behind the counter looked up, blinking as she saw the unlikely duo of Crazy Bill and the Baron looking at her. Bill was as always Bill, and the Baron was wearing a black suit with a swaztika armband as he sneered at the woman.
"As if she knows anything, William, she is obviously some sort of beaner trash."
Bill winced, and muttered. "I have told you not to call me, William! And she is clearly hindu."
The woman blinked, eyes widening as the Baron sniffed.
"So she prays to a god with six arms and an elephant head, am I to be impressed by this?"
Bill sighed, and shook his head. "Why couldn't he just send me and Sheamus?"
The Baron tsked. "Because the degenerate refused to come to rehab, because he thought we were going to give him an intervention. Believe me I am not happy either, William. This place is infested with mongrels, and spear chuckers."
"Excuse me, but just because you are white doesn't make you better?" snapped the woman angrily.
The Baron blinked, then smiled. "You're right I am better because I have the strength of will not to get addicted."
The woman stared, then snapped her gaze to Bill. "Can I help you?"
Crazy Bill nodded. "Yeah, we are looking for a David Slam II? Our boss thinks Slam is hiding in rehab trying to dodge his responsibilities again."
The woman blinked, lowering papers. "Hiding in rehab? People come for help in beating their addictions--"
The Baron snorted. "Actually, they come here to sit with other weaklings and whine about how they can't deal with their problems without medicine. It's an endless cycle of weakness, and abuse created by white guilt."
"Who do you think you are?" snapped the woman as she rose.
"The Baron Von Rammstein, my friends call me Erwin. You can call me Your Grace."
"Christ, Baron!" sighed Crazy Bill.
The Baron lifted a hand. "Ahem, Your Grace, William."
"Motherfucker!" roared Bill, turning angrily as the Baron laughed. The woman behind the counter, finally just gave up. She looked through her book, then snapped it closed.
"There is no David Slam II here, are you sure he may have checked into rehab?"
Crazy Bill shrugged. "He had to know Donzig would look here first."
"Why?" asked the woman.
The pair turned as one, and stated together with a roll of their eyes and imitating Donzig's snarl. "Because rehab is for quitters, where else would he be?"
The woman behind the counter looked up, blinking as she saw the unlikely duo of Crazy Bill and the Baron looking at her. Bill was as always Bill, and the Baron was wearing a black suit with a swaztika armband as he sneered at the woman.
"As if she knows anything, William, she is obviously some sort of beaner trash."
Bill winced, and muttered. "I have told you not to call me, William! And she is clearly hindu."
The woman blinked, eyes widening as the Baron sniffed.
"So she prays to a god with six arms and an elephant head, am I to be impressed by this?"
Bill sighed, and shook his head. "Why couldn't he just send me and Sheamus?"
The Baron tsked. "Because the degenerate refused to come to rehab, because he thought we were going to give him an intervention. Believe me I am not happy either, William. This place is infested with mongrels, and spear chuckers."
"Excuse me, but just because you are white doesn't make you better?" snapped the woman angrily.
The Baron blinked, then smiled. "You're right I am better because I have the strength of will not to get addicted."
The woman stared, then snapped her gaze to Bill. "Can I help you?"
Crazy Bill nodded. "Yeah, we are looking for a David Slam II? Our boss thinks Slam is hiding in rehab trying to dodge his responsibilities again."
The woman blinked, lowering papers. "Hiding in rehab? People come for help in beating their addictions--"
The Baron snorted. "Actually, they come here to sit with other weaklings and whine about how they can't deal with their problems without medicine. It's an endless cycle of weakness, and abuse created by white guilt."
"Who do you think you are?" snapped the woman as she rose.
"The Baron Von Rammstein, my friends call me Erwin. You can call me Your Grace."
"Christ, Baron!" sighed Crazy Bill.
The Baron lifted a hand. "Ahem, Your Grace, William."
"Motherfucker!" roared Bill, turning angrily as the Baron laughed. The woman behind the counter, finally just gave up. She looked through her book, then snapped it closed.
"There is no David Slam II here, are you sure he may have checked into rehab?"
Crazy Bill shrugged. "He had to know Donzig would look here first."
"Why?" asked the woman.
The pair turned as one, and stated together with a roll of their eyes and imitating Donzig's snarl. "Because rehab is for quitters, where else would he be?"
