(This story is a short story set two weeks after the events of "Conker's Bad Fur Day".)
Disclaimers: This story is a continuation of the 2001 video game "Conker's Bad Fur Day" for the Nintendo 64 (also can be perceived as a "Conker: Live & Reloaded" for XBOX continuation), and I do not own the rights to the series. All rights belong to Microsoft since they bought Rare in 2003. This story is non-canon, and is not part of the official Conker timeline. This story is rated PG 13+, for adult language and violence.
-Conker's Other Bad Day-
Chapter 2
Conker rushed past the "Nasty, Nice" sign in the middle of town, eager to get his hands on some sweet sponduli. "Hey, um, Birdy! I got rid of the.. uh.. poop monsters." "Because that's apparently normal in this crazy-ass town.." Conker thought to himself. "Aahh, good, good." Birdy slurped up another gulp of beer. "Dont'cha think you should, y'know, not drink so much-" Conker stopped himself, "Ah, whatever. Listen, can I, uh, have my money now?" He said impatiently. "Yes, take money," Birdy choked out. He took out money from - you don't want to know - and held out his hand - err, thing that resembles a hand, I guess - and Conker grabbed the money quickly, like a bank robber would. He had a wide grin spread across his face. Birdy scanned Conker's face as if he were looking for something wrong with it. He left in a hurry before Conker could say anything, but he didn't think too much on it. "Well, now that that's over, I should probably get going," He said to himself, then zipped off towards the prehistoric land.
"Shut the #*%+ up!" Don Weaso yelled at one of his weasel henchmen, who was blabbering away.
"Sorry, boss, I talk too much."
"Damn right you do."
"What'd you want me to do again, uhh, boss?"
"I wanted you to shut the #*%+ up! Fool."
"No, boss, I meant before that, uhh."
"I want you to go find the scientist, and bring him here."
"Boss, he, uhh, died."
"He died?! What the #*%+ing weasel juice?"
"Yeah, boss, he died in uhh, space."
"Ah, shit. That's just great."
"Uhh, boss, that's not great, because-"
"ignorant fool.. I was being sarcastic. Now, then, go find his cousin, Professor von Nutsack, and bring him here."
"Professor von Nutsack? Heh heh heh."
"Shut up and go find 'im!"
"Uhh, okay, boss."
Don Weaso rolled his eyes, and got up from his chair.
Author's notes:
Sorry I didn't upload this over the weekend, was busy. Also, sorry it's so short, like I said, I was busy. Thanks everyone for reading!
