(READ: Okay, so I don't own Wolvie. However, I do own Gary Coleman. That's right....he's my lil' bitch! LOL Kidding. Sorry if I've offended any Gary Coleman fans....It's late....forgive me. : ) )
Wolverine enters a bar, exhausted after brutally slaying Steve Crocodile Hunter Irwin and his camera crew.
Wolverine: Man, killing a half a dozen men really puts that deep, down, body thirst into ya.
Wolverine sits at the bar, he looks around for a bartender but all he sees is a the top of a fuzzy, black barstool.
Wolverine: What, no bartender?
A Voice rises from be beneath the bar: Whatchu' talkin' bout, Wolvie?
Wolverine looks down to find it isn't the top of a fuzzy, black barstool. It's the top of Gary Coleman's head.
Wolverine: Gah! Whoa are.....Wait.....Has anyone ever told ya, ya look just like....
Gary Coleman: Yeah, yeah, I know, Gary Coleman.
Wolverine: No.....Manuel Lewis.
Gary Coleman: Manuel Lewis?!
Wolvie: Yeah, ya know that little black dude from Webster.
Gary screams and jumps up, he swings at Wolverine but can't quite reach. He runs to the end of the bar and returns with a barstool. He climbs up, steps on the bar and socks Wolverine in the face.
Wolverine: OW! What the hell was that for?!
Gary Coleman: I Ain't no Manuel Lewis. I'm Gary Coleman!
Wolverine: Gary Cole--.......Oh! Yeah, the little midget guy from Different Strokes. Man.....You've changed.....
Gary socks him again.
Wolverine: OW! Quit that!
Gary Coleman: Quit calling me Manuel Lewis and quit making cracks about my height!
Wolvie: Whatever, small fry.
Gary socks him again.
Wolverine: OW! Do it again...I beg of you......Give me a reason!!
Gary Coleman:
Wolverine:
Gary Coleman:
Wolverine: Alright, maybe this'll get ya....DA PLANE!! DA PLANE!!!
Gary screams and lunges at Wolverine, who grabs him.
Wolverine: HA! GOTCHA!
Wolverine throws Gary Coleman against the wall, he bounces back, knocking Wolverine off his barstool. He lands flat on his back.
Wolverine looks up, he sees Gary Coleman standing on the bar, looking down on him....very pissed. He gets to his feet as Gary jumps down. Gary pulls a pair of linked sausages out of his pocket.
Wolverine: .....okay, I don't want to know the meaning behind that......
Gary Coleman: Prepare to die, bitch!
Gary flips the sausages around like a pair of nunchucks.
Wolverine: Oh, god...No, please don't hurt me. I'll.......wait a minute....'Bitch'?! Oh, hell no....
Wolverine grabs the sausages from Gary and beats him with them. Wolverine beats Gary so severely, he is on the ground, groaning.
Wolverine: Had enough, runt?
Gary spits at Wolverine.
Wolverine: Wrong answer.
Wolverine continues to beat Gary with the sausages until he stops moving.
Wolverine: Whew. That's the end of the maniacal munchkin's reign of terror.
Wolverine begins walking out of the bar, he turns.
Wolverine: Man......beaten to death with sausages........tsk, tsk, tsk.
TO BE CONTINUED.......