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Rating: T
Warnings: OOC
This is for those of you who wanted a sequel to Battle of the Idiots! You can thank supergirlprime for the idea :)
Battle of the Idiots: Prank War
Reggie Simmons and Theodore Galloway were deep in a staring match. It was rather petty, actually. But you can try telling them that.
"Two words," Simmons stared. Galloway gave an almost imperceptible nod, and finished with:
"It's on."
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Simmons grabbed his blue coffee mug. Said coffee mug proclaimed in block letters: Don't bother me, amateur.
Simmons took a swig of his usual black coffee. He sighed as he felt the hot liquid slide down his throat. But then he noticed his mouth felt odd. The odd, slightly ticking sensation, quickly turned into a horrid burning.
"Ah! Hell!" Simmons cried out. He ran to the sink, guzzling water like crazy. The burning finally stopped, and Simmons returned to his desk. It was then that he noticed the white piece of paper. There was only a simple sentence: Galloway was here.
"Amateur! It is on!" Simmons declared to no one. Well, that passing soldier did look over in confusion...
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Galloway walked into the parking lot, looking forward to going home. He clicked the button on his car locator, and a beep sounded. With a satisfied sigh, Galloway headed towards his car. But what he saw... is was horrid. His beloved black SUV was painted bright pink with yellow flowers!
"What the hell?" Galloway cried. He opened the driver's door, and saw a piece of paper on his seat. It read: And Simmons was here, amateur. Galloway growled, oh it was most definitely on!
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Simmons and Galloway stopped in the hallway. A staring match ensued. There had been many pranks, including Simmons given a laxative and Galloway's drink being spiked.
"Truce?" Simmons finally offered.
"For now."
Finished
End notes: I know, it was really short. But I couldn't think of anything! Sorry!
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