Day 41 - ...Six flags guy...
Here I am, once again signing into whatever it is I'm writing on. Today was yet another day of misery. This time surprisingly, Faust wasn't the problem. Well, it all started when Emerld picked up this old guy from the bus stop. " Hey Teepo! Look at this old guy! " said Emerld as he was sitting next to him on the couch. "So, what about him, and why is he here?" I said, even though I didn't care. " I don't know. " said Emerld as he sat on the couch and started watching I pity The Fool. "Emerld, get him out of here." I demanded. "I can't." He replied. "Well why not?" I asked. "Because, he's gone." He said. As I looked over next to him, he really was gone! "Oh fuck, where did he go!? Did Faust eat him?" I said in a panic. "Here I am." Said Faust, however I could not find out where the voice had come from. At that moment I saw Emerld with a weird look on his face, then I looked at the TV, Faust was talking to Mr.T!
"You need to stop terrorizing these two! Find yourself a hobby foo!" Said Mr.T to Faust. "But terrorizing them is a hobby!" replied Faust. "Are you even listening to me? I said find something else to do! Get yourself a girl maybe!" said Mr.T to Faust again. "Screw you Mr.T!" Replied Faust. At that moment dark clouds formed around the TV set. "You dare insult Mr.T!? " he said as he has a wicked look in his eye, and that was the first time I ever saw Faust panic. AHHH HA HA HA HA HAAA!!!!" screamed Faust as he jumped out from the TV set and immediately smashed it with a sludge hammer! "God damn it." I though to myself.
"Whatever! Now we need to find that old guy!" I said. At that moment we started hearing Music playing through the house, at first it was soft, but then it got louder. Then, out of nowhere, that old guy jumped out of nowhere and stated dancing on the table! Da da da da da dadada da da da da da dadada da da da da da dadada da da da da dadada. It just kept going on, and on, and on! And he just kept dancing, and dancing, AND DANCING! "ENOUGH!!!" screamed not me, but Faust. HA! Bet you thought it was me didn't you! P "I can't take this, this guy has got to go!" Faust screamed as he pulled out a double barrel shotgun. BLAM! Faust shot the old guy from two feet away, but, he was gone! Then, he popped out from the kitchen and started dancing! BLAM! Faust shot again, this time he once again was gone, and jumped out from behind the couch! BLAM, BLAM, BLAM! Faust shot wildly at him but couldn't hit him even once, it was like whack-a-mole on crack! This went on for minutes before Faust got angry, then, the old guy, burst out of FAUST! "Fucking weak!" yelled Emerld as he was covered in pieces of Faust. Then, the old guy simply danced outside the door, taking the music with him. Me and Emerld looked at each other, then we looked at a mutilated and twisted Faust, then at each other again. " Well, I'm going to go write about this in the diary." I said. And to any of you fuckers reading this, WHY THE FUCK HAVEN'T YOU SENT FOR HELP YET!? Damn! You've been reading about our horrible time with this maniac and have done nothing! You should be ashamed of yourself. In fact, go kill yourself, RIGHT NOW! Or just keep reading, I really don't care.