Scott Pilgrim was just walking down the street,
turning the corner on the snowy day, the chilling weather had overpowered his snow coat and dorky hat to the point where his fingers were numb and his body a chilling feeling. Walking to the curb, he found himself a bar which he presumed to open up. It had been about a week since he started dating Ramona, and left Knives.
Things were not adding up on his side, as he approached the bar he reached the counter. Digging his hands into his pockets, he put a few spare change onto the counter. "Give me the best ya got"
Scott pronounced, but the barkeeper had his back turned. "Hey buddy, I said give me the best you got". When the bar tender turned around he smashed the side of Scott's face with a beer bottle,
glass broke across his face and blood fell from his forehead along his face. Falling onto the floor he looked up to the bartender,
whoever he was he was not American. But Native Indian. "SCOTT PILGRIM!" he said, "CONSIDER OUR FIGHT-". Feeling his face and the glass piercing his skin he looked ahead himself to the bartender, "Hey hey Hey. Woah. Woah. Slow down. Slow the FUCK down" he said raising his hand in the air. "Who the hell are you?" Scott said. "I am Matthew Patel!" he declared, Scott raised an eyebrow. "Matthew who? And what do you want?". Matthew looked a little nervous, "Didn't you get my e-mail explaining the situation?". Scott clicked his tounge shaking his head, "Wallace uploads gay porn onto the computer.
It's slow as fuck" Scott explained. Matthew Patel did give a fuck, "Did you say gay?". Suddenly stripping down to nothing but ladies underwear, the man known as Matthew Patel jumped on the counter in high heels. "You don't know. Anything about gay" he said, tapping the counter over and over with his highheels he licked his lips looking towards some of the men in the corridor. "Gays are bad. Their not good. We love sex, we all should" Matthew said, then pulling at the female underwear.
"Exposure" he whispered towards the crowd, as the bra fell flat on the ground he started shaking his flat chest up and down as if he was a stripper. "Hey Jiggle and Jiggle and Jiggle and Jiggle" Matthew said, out of nowhere about fifty gallons of oil splashed across Matthews body. "The hell? During a performance?"
he shouted in anger, "WHO?". Scott Pilgrim was holding a beer bottle, with an oil tank which was now empty to his right, he held a lighter in his right hand. "Oil's a bitch" he said,
then flicking the lighter on he would chuck it towards Matthew Patel.
"NO NO!" Matthew screamed at the top of his lungs, as the bar exploded he had just reached outside about 3 meters away. He saw Wallace down the street looking as if he was going to the bar,
"Scott?" he answered. "Yo" Scott pronounced towards Wallace. "You go to gay strip bars?" Wallace questioned him, Scott said "What?" then looking at the sign behind him that said in big black bolded letters "GAY STRIP CLUB". "Aww come on, the fuck" Scott said smashing the beer bottle on the ground. After watching the bar burn and burn,
finally about $1.25 cents was flinged at him. "That's all he's leaving? Bitch!" Scott said. "Life's a bitch" Wallace said, turning the other direction and leaving. Scott scoffed, as he then saw Ramona down the corner as if she was looking for him.
"Romona!" Scott shouted towards her with a smile as he started sprinting up to her.