Post by Donzig on Jan 17, 2011 14:03:19 GMT -4
Sheamus is shown stumbling around the Wal-mart, blearily blinking at the aisles. Then he leans against one, rubbing at his face before he starts forward again. He mumbles to himself, shaking his head before a Wal-mart employee walks over.
He waves a hand in front of his face, then coughs. "Sir, can I help you?"
Sheamus stared at him, then nodded before he spoke in a dull roar. "Aye! I am bloody lookin' fah dat bloody idjit, David Slam! I hae nae seen him all bloody week, and' da boss thinks he hae come back 'ere to work!"
The man stared at Sheamus, and then rubbed his head. "Say what now?"
Sheamus blinked blearily. "Say what now?"
"Say what now?"
"Say what now?"
"Say what now?"
Sheamus took a deep bretah, then blurted again. "I am lookin' fo' dat bloody Slam II! I hear he had a job 'ere ov'r bloody Christmas!"
The guy nodded, then snapped his fingers. "Slam II! He is in men's wear!"
Sheamus nodded, and then staggered off soon arriving in men's wear. Where there were racks of AWA gear, including a few Slam II shirts. Sheamus stared around, then drew forth a hip flask to take a few swigs.
"Bloody 'ell, I donnae think this is wha' da boss was talkin' bout!"
Sheamus rubbed at his face, and he shook his head. And he leaned against a rack, muttering before he flagged down another employee.
"'Ey, I am lookin' fo' David Slam II! Does he bloody work 'ere or wha'?"
The girl stared, staring at a Slam II shirt before she gave a laugh. "No, he doesn't work here."
Sheamus grunted. "Da boss was right, dat fooker does nae work any bloody where. 'Ell!"
He waves a hand in front of his face, then coughs. "Sir, can I help you?"
Sheamus stared at him, then nodded before he spoke in a dull roar. "Aye! I am bloody lookin' fah dat bloody idjit, David Slam! I hae nae seen him all bloody week, and' da boss thinks he hae come back 'ere to work!"
The man stared at Sheamus, and then rubbed his head. "Say what now?"
Sheamus blinked blearily. "Say what now?"
"Say what now?"
"Say what now?"
"Say what now?"
Sheamus took a deep bretah, then blurted again. "I am lookin' fo' dat bloody Slam II! I hear he had a job 'ere ov'r bloody Christmas!"
The guy nodded, then snapped his fingers. "Slam II! He is in men's wear!"
Sheamus nodded, and then staggered off soon arriving in men's wear. Where there were racks of AWA gear, including a few Slam II shirts. Sheamus stared around, then drew forth a hip flask to take a few swigs.
"Bloody 'ell, I donnae think this is wha' da boss was talkin' bout!"
Sheamus rubbed at his face, and he shook his head. And he leaned against a rack, muttering before he flagged down another employee.
"'Ey, I am lookin' fo' David Slam II! Does he bloody work 'ere or wha'?"
The girl stared, staring at a Slam II shirt before she gave a laugh. "No, he doesn't work here."
Sheamus grunted. "Da boss was right, dat fooker does nae work any bloody where. 'Ell!"
