Chronicles of Seignior Pirelli…
Chronicles of Seignior Pirelli…. The joke version
Toby and Seignior sat suckling gin out of the trailer floor. Both drunk to the boot.
"TOE-BEE! We are out of gin!" Pirelli called rudely, taking out his cane tauntingly.
"get it yourself you dried up old man!" Toby yelled back at him, licking the gin off
the floor and throwing up.
"WAY TO GO TOE-BEE! NOW YOU HAVE TO CLEAN
THAT UP!" Pirelli called out, eyes half closed throughout the yell.
"NO WAY OLD
MAN! CLEAN IT YOURSELF!" Toby replied rudely, spiting a boggy upon his
tash.
"LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY TASH TOE-BEE!" He screamed,
whipping the boggy off of his face and beginning to cry
"I AM GOING OVER TO THE
PIE BIOTCHES HOUSE TO STARE DOWN HER SHIRT!" Pirelli called out,
stumbling as he got up.
"DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT MISS LOVETT LIKE THAT!"
Toby demanded, taking out a pocket knife and charging at the stumbling old Italian.
"OH! OH! YOU WANT TO FIGHT TOE-BEE!" He said splashing some piss and ink
upon Toby's face and cracking the bottle. Running over at him with the sharp glass
and a dopey smile upon his face. Toby got up quickly and severed the Italians hamstring
"YOU CRAZY LITTLE PRAT!" He screamed, as he fell to the ground, bottle falling
away.
"YOU WILL DIE!" Pirelli called out, lunging the broken bottle deep into Toby's arm.
The boy screamed and lunged the knife into the Italians heart, slashing a ventricle in the
process. The Italian screamed, but not before lunging the broken bottle into Toby's
throat. Killing the boy instantly. So they both lied there, dead…. dead…. blood on the
floors and wall. Pirelli taking one last sip of gin, before his last breath…