The sun shined brightly as it rose over the small Ohio suburb. Bird
chirped and bugs buzzed as the sleepy town prepared for another beautiful
day. On one of the many silent streets, a paperboy rode past each sleepy
house delivering the morning news. He whizzed past the pastel colored homes
and verdant lawns on his bike, until he saw the dreaded house coming up on
his left.
It wasn't that shabby of a dwelling, but compared to the neighbors it might as well of been an out house. The lawn had died years ago, the paint started to peal, and one of the front windows was boarded up because the proprietor was too lazy to fix the damn thing. In fact, as the paper boy approached the house, the owner was walking outside in superman undies, waiting for his newspaper. "Shove a stick in MY spokes, eh? Well, let me return the favor!" The paperboy said to himself, preparing to fling the newspaper. He let it fly with all the precision of an Olympic athlete. Sure enough, the paper hit its target square on: the homeowner's face.
Like a bullet, the man (who was known to the world only as 'Biggelow') pursued the ill-tempered paperboy like a bat out of hell. The paperboy peddled frantically, as his unwanted assailant started to gain. He managed to widen the gap however, and was soon nearly out of site. Realizing his chase was in vain, Biggelow stopped and bellowed, "DAMN YOU, PAPER BOY!" He shuffled back to his house, only stopping to pick up his news paper.
The inside of the house was dark and cluttered, like one had just entered a cave. The TV screen was the only source of light, illuminating a carpet littered with food wrappers and magazines. Biggelow sauntered through the trash-filled room, and into a shady hall way. He ducked his head into one room, and noticed the room's occupant was missing. He doubled back to the kitchen, and found his friend, whom he shared the house with.
"Mornin' Bigg. How's the paper boy this morning?" He friend asked, smirking. "Shut up, Rutherford Seymour," Bigg replied, knowing how much his friend detested his name. "Dude- that was low," RS (as he liked to be known) replied. "Right, right. So, what's up for today?" Bigg asked. "I keep getting that feeling that I have something important I have planned, it's just that I can't remember whatever is was," RS said. Bigg was about to reply when the phone started ringing. RS and Bigg scrambled frantically for the phone, looking under piled of clothes, in cereal boxes or any other place the phone might be. "Hey- there it is!" Bigg said, pointing it out to his friend. "What idiot put the phone in the cradle?" RS said as he answered the phone. "You guys ready?!" an eager voice said. "Faye? Ready for what?" RS asked. Bigg quickly ran into the other room to pick up the phone.
"You forgot. I can't believe you forget something as important as this," Faye said flatly. "Oh yeah- Tom Arnold was born today!" Bigg said. There was an audible thump from the kitchen as RS face faulted. "Are you two on crack!? We're supposed to go to AnimeGamingOtakucon today! It's the last day that Isaac, Garret, and the rest of the Golden sun people will be there!" Faye yelled. "Aww crap. That's today?" RS asked. "Yeah, so let's go already! We're going miss them!" Faye said. "Ok, ok. We're coming to pick you up," RS said, hanging up the phone. "Bigg! We gotta leave now if we're going to make it to that convention on time!" RS said. "Yeah, I got all my stuff. To the Chevy!" Bigg said, running outside. "Welcome to my nightmare," RS muttered.
It wasn't that shabby of a dwelling, but compared to the neighbors it might as well of been an out house. The lawn had died years ago, the paint started to peal, and one of the front windows was boarded up because the proprietor was too lazy to fix the damn thing. In fact, as the paper boy approached the house, the owner was walking outside in superman undies, waiting for his newspaper. "Shove a stick in MY spokes, eh? Well, let me return the favor!" The paperboy said to himself, preparing to fling the newspaper. He let it fly with all the precision of an Olympic athlete. Sure enough, the paper hit its target square on: the homeowner's face.
Like a bullet, the man (who was known to the world only as 'Biggelow') pursued the ill-tempered paperboy like a bat out of hell. The paperboy peddled frantically, as his unwanted assailant started to gain. He managed to widen the gap however, and was soon nearly out of site. Realizing his chase was in vain, Biggelow stopped and bellowed, "DAMN YOU, PAPER BOY!" He shuffled back to his house, only stopping to pick up his news paper.
The inside of the house was dark and cluttered, like one had just entered a cave. The TV screen was the only source of light, illuminating a carpet littered with food wrappers and magazines. Biggelow sauntered through the trash-filled room, and into a shady hall way. He ducked his head into one room, and noticed the room's occupant was missing. He doubled back to the kitchen, and found his friend, whom he shared the house with.
"Mornin' Bigg. How's the paper boy this morning?" He friend asked, smirking. "Shut up, Rutherford Seymour," Bigg replied, knowing how much his friend detested his name. "Dude- that was low," RS (as he liked to be known) replied. "Right, right. So, what's up for today?" Bigg asked. "I keep getting that feeling that I have something important I have planned, it's just that I can't remember whatever is was," RS said. Bigg was about to reply when the phone started ringing. RS and Bigg scrambled frantically for the phone, looking under piled of clothes, in cereal boxes or any other place the phone might be. "Hey- there it is!" Bigg said, pointing it out to his friend. "What idiot put the phone in the cradle?" RS said as he answered the phone. "You guys ready?!" an eager voice said. "Faye? Ready for what?" RS asked. Bigg quickly ran into the other room to pick up the phone.
"You forgot. I can't believe you forget something as important as this," Faye said flatly. "Oh yeah- Tom Arnold was born today!" Bigg said. There was an audible thump from the kitchen as RS face faulted. "Are you two on crack!? We're supposed to go to AnimeGamingOtakucon today! It's the last day that Isaac, Garret, and the rest of the Golden sun people will be there!" Faye yelled. "Aww crap. That's today?" RS asked. "Yeah, so let's go already! We're going miss them!" Faye said. "Ok, ok. We're coming to pick you up," RS said, hanging up the phone. "Bigg! We gotta leave now if we're going to make it to that convention on time!" RS said. "Yeah, I got all my stuff. To the Chevy!" Bigg said, running outside. "Welcome to my nightmare," RS muttered.