Chapter 6
Becher was really jealous of Nick. Nick got to do cool stuff. Becher thought he was supposed to be the main character. Why'd Nick get to do everything? Why was Becher so lame? The story was about him wasn't it? The whole thing seemed like a big ego boost for Nick, and Nick really didn't need a bigger ego. He already thought he was the greatest person alive. Nick was probably off making out with his super model friends and impressing Holly with his vast vocabulary and Star Wars Trivia. Nick just knew how to treat the ladies and Becher was clueless.
Yes, I think it was safe to say Becher was a wee bit jealous of Nick.
"Hey Caterpillar, ever had a girlfriend?" Becher asked.
"Sure plenty of 'em. But you know a guy like me doesn't have time for the ladies. You know places to go, pot to smoke, you know how it is," the Caterpillar replied.
"You've never even talked to a girl have you?" Becher asked.
"Nope, you?" said the Caterpillar.
"Well yeah. There was this one girl in my life. Her name was Holly. We really hit it off but then my friend Nick stole her away from me," Becher explained.
You see kids Becher didn't quite remember the way things had happened. Let's replay the incident.
"Hello
James. How are you doing?"
"W.. wh.. GNUH!"
"Oh.. OK. That's good I guess. So Steve tells me you're into
wrestling."
"Br.. boo.. mweh.. HUH!"
"OK. Um.. cool.. I guess.. Well talk to you later."
Not quite what I'd call "hitting it off", eh? Becher also didn't realize that the very site of Nick disgusted Holly. But I guess that's what happens to you when you spend all day sitting in the sun, smoking with a caterpillar. You see kids that "wacky tobacy" really messes you up, so just stay away from it or you'll end up just like Becher. Yeah, you heard me, if you decide to "blaze up some cannabis" you'll turn into a fat, white kid, being lead by a giant, talking caterpillar through a dense forest, towards almost certain death. Don't argue, OK? It saves me time.
"I'm sick of walking, this sucks," Becher mumbled to him self.
You know when you go to a rock concert, and you're like 5 feet from a ten-foot amp, and then you leave the building, and all you hear is a constant ringing? That's what Becher heard except it wasn't really a ringing it was more like someone chewing glass that kept getting louder.
That's when the giant trout landed in front of him except it wasn't an ordinary trout. It had wheels, a steering wheel, CD player, air conditioning, a cigarette lighter, and a tennis racket, because you never know, Anna Kornikova, (AN: Yeah I butchered the spelling. So kill me) just may be walking by and be in need of a doubles partner.
"Sweet," Becher said.
"Uh where'd that come from?" the caterpillar asked..
"I dunno. I commented on how I didn't feel like walking anymore and it fell from the sky. Go figure," Becher replied.
"You just conjured a car out of nowhere?" the Caterpillar asked.
"Well I was kind of picturing a Corvette, but this'll do. Now enough with the questions. Let's get going," said Becher.
Reluctantly, the caterpillar entered the trout. Becher stepped on the gas and they took off. Well not really took off. I mean they were riding in a giant trout through a dense forest, I mean that's not really easy driving. They probably could've managed it better by walking but hey, Becher was fat and fat people don't like to walk.