[chapter fucking four.]
"Hmmm...."
The newspaper was spread all over the floor, centering the man who sat on the creaking wooden floor. Newspapers weren't the only things that were scattered, though. There were crooked nails, little stuffed animals (real, and toy-ones), knives and other sharp objects, and so on. So on...because no one can't go on naming them all day long. But let us all focus on the newspapers now, mainly the one with job listings on them.
In his hand, Johnny held onto a red marker with his eyes going round, scanning through the monochrome pages.
"mmmmmm...."
He keeps going over a page with the marker, circling one article, only to scribble them out, and go on to the other piece of the article, circling them. Before you know it, he was finished with that page, quickly flipping to another page as he almost ripped them.
"Mmmmm...."
He placed a finger to his chin, still trying to figure out what job will be best suited for him.
Okay...will, there's plenty of fast food restaurants hiring anybody, anywhere, but the thought of it really didn't interest him that much. Okay, so he was more interested in taking up a job in Taco Smell, but for some reason (the minute they called the manager), they rejected him. Rejected him like a reject jellybean. He also had a mind about trying out for the local bookstore...where Devi worked, but he had a good idea that might not be a good idea. Part of him was scared to even go there, now.
And it's been almost a week since he met Todd again, and he was close to sharing the newspapers with the homeless insane. If lucky, maybe a cardboard box. And daaamn! Was he hungry!
Ogar need food.
Ogar need money.
Ogar no money have. Ogar RAGE! GRRRR! ARRRRGH!!!!
And in such blinding rage, Ogar ripped off his shirt, showing off his hairy muscular chest of his, and swang off into the jungle, swinging on those vines....
But anyway, by the time he came to the last page, he saw this cute little pictures of Santa Clause and little Elves. It was on a small article that hired anyone willing to work over at the mall, assisting the-...um. You know? Those people who dress up as a Santa Clause, sit on this chair while they let those kids sit on their laps and goggle out their wishes for Christmas Presents? Yeah, and it was asking for anyone who was nice enough to help organize that...thing stuff.
"....mmm!"
Johnny immediately circled that article with the red mark. Over, and over, and over again. This was the perfect place for Christmas job. A good, honest, decent job, and he figured he might get a good idea what little boys want for Christmas presents while working for Santa. He started to giggle at that thought, and then went ahead to look for the second job. And...um...my arms hurt. Really owie, so I'm going to skip that stuff about job finding. Anyway, in the end with that interviews and the training and crap, he ended up with a job over at some pizza place (who cares about the name) and that Santa thing. I'll call it.... Santa's Workshop of.... Love. Awww!
Oh, okay, so anyway, the first day at that pizza kind of place was going fiiine. The training ended for Johnny already, and now he was in charge of chopping up the ingredients. If you say, "that's not what you start in the beginning of pizza-place-job-work thing!" I don't care. This is MY fanfic! …. Stupid.
Going on, Johnny was in the middle of his work, chopping up the tomatoes. He hated cutting the tomatoes. It took him so much maddening self-control to keep himself from snapping out with the knife in hand, and the tomatoes just made things worse. But today was going really nicely for him as he hummed a tune, chopping up this and that and placing them in plastic boxes for others to use for the toppings. UNTIL…
This guy came over, the pizza-making-guy, named Zeffy. He was one of the most disgusting man to come upon this pizza-place, but Johnny didn't pay much attention to him. As Johnny was now working on the mushrooms, Zeffy was munching onto a bread stick, looking over his shoulder as he made that annoying sound…
Shmroo..Shmunch, mnch, mnch…
That's the sound he made when he chewed on that damned bread stick. He munched, and chewed, and snorted at the same time. Not only that, he let his mouth hang open at every chew, breathing from his mouth and nose in that annoying way…really, really annoying. And he does such things, chewing, snorting, coughing, breathing and sucking all at once....AT THE SAME TIME! (DUH! DUH! DUUUUUURGHH!!!).
HOW FUCKING ANNOYING!!
The knife was flung down fast down upon a teeny-weenie (GIGGLE!) little piece of mushroom, and the blade of it sunk down into the board as Johnny kept his grip on the handle, just blankly glaring into space as Zeffy glanced toward him.
"Wha a ell arewg oo dowing? Urry' up."
His eyes twitched and widened as the sound of Zeffy's voice irritated him, so close to his ears, it made shivers of sickness crawl down to his spine...only to bounce back up again.
"Wh-...," he breathes through his gritted teeth. Not only that, I think he was breathing through his whole pores that spotted all over his body just to keep himself intact of the maddening..madness thing. "Will you go away? You're really annoying. And very ronchi. It's just very vomitty to me." But Zeffy seemed to blink at that, stepping away as his hand grabbed onto Johnny's collar. Wow. He seemed offended. Johnny felt his heart beat "whoo!" in surprise as he was pulled toward to Zeffy's swinging fist and found himself flinging over the cold steel counter where he left his cutting board with the knife sticking from it.
"....ow," he managed to say after he stood there for five seconds, backed at the corner with his cold hand touching his reddened side of his face, dented in a shape of a fist. Zeffy snored again, tossing his bread stick aside, and was mumbling something under his chewy-things. Maybe some kind of lecture he was managing to squeeze out from his horsey punk-accented lung of his while Johnny reached over to the knife that was still standing on the board. His glare seemed to twitch again and he swang the whole thing -the knife and the board- and let the edge of the board collide into the side of Zeffy's face.
WOW! Isn't ANYBODY noticing this fight? Duh-ohwell!
So when the board hit him, Zeffy was flung hard like Johnny, whith his tongue hanging out to the side until he hit the floor whith Johnny jumping up like a spider. His stickly legs flung over to each side, his hands snaking over in the air as he now landed on his chest, kneeling over Zeffy.
"MR. WIGGLY!" screeched Johnny when he grabbed for the half bitten bread stick, which was limp enough to wiggle insanely in his grip. He let it wiggle, smiling, but his smile didn't go from side to side. It was in a knot, scruntched up to only one side with his teeth flashing darkly and his tongue wiggled in his mouth as he wiggled the bread, and started to stuff it into Zeffy's face. Zeffy started to muffle up with his yelling and cursing with his legs kicking. His arms started to grab hold of Johnny, tring to swing him off, but that seemed to not work. Now his spit started to suirt out into the air, hitting Johnny here and there, and that's just not clean.
"If you like to chew on things like that," Johnny wheezed, forcing Zeffy's mouth open and took his skinny two fingers down his throat and pulled onto his tongue until it stuck out. "Chew on this!" Now he started to pump his jaws, up and down, making the crying man's teech chomp onto his own tongue. Blood and more drools splooshed out, and the man started to bubble. The tongue slowly started to go limp as it was being chews off and it flopped over into his mouth, choking him with his own blood at the same time.
+ + +
"Mooooommmmeeee!!!! MOOOOOMMMMEEEE!!"
"I'm sorry, sweetie, but the pizza man just got lost on his way, but we got pizza now!"
"WHEEE!!!"
The whole family sat down around the TV, now starting up the movie as the mother placed down the pizza infront of her family. The movie started, and at the same time, her husband took up a slice of pizza and started to much on it.
"...hmm....what kind of pizza is this, honey?" he asked, chewing on it as he glanced towards her.
"I asked for pineapple and ham," she said, already hypnotized by the movie. Her husband coked his brows, glancing towards the pizza.
"It seemed like they made a mistake I only see something like...I don't know. Hambergure and some huge chunk of....meat. It tastes like...some kind of meat I never tasted before.
The woman blinked over to her family, taking the pizza into her hand and glanced at the topping. He's right. No Pinapple, no ham...just these meat in a small chunk of stake. And this huge blob of other meat with little dots on it, like tongue of...tongue of madness.
"Do you want me to call them again?" she asked, placing the pizza down.
"Naw. It's okay. We already chewed on some, anyway," said he, munching away.
"Hmmm...."
The newspaper was spread all over the floor, centering the man who sat on the creaking wooden floor. Newspapers weren't the only things that were scattered, though. There were crooked nails, little stuffed animals (real, and toy-ones), knives and other sharp objects, and so on. So on...because no one can't go on naming them all day long. But let us all focus on the newspapers now, mainly the one with job listings on them.
In his hand, Johnny held onto a red marker with his eyes going round, scanning through the monochrome pages.
"mmmmmm...."
He keeps going over a page with the marker, circling one article, only to scribble them out, and go on to the other piece of the article, circling them. Before you know it, he was finished with that page, quickly flipping to another page as he almost ripped them.
"Mmmmm...."
He placed a finger to his chin, still trying to figure out what job will be best suited for him.
Okay...will, there's plenty of fast food restaurants hiring anybody, anywhere, but the thought of it really didn't interest him that much. Okay, so he was more interested in taking up a job in Taco Smell, but for some reason (the minute they called the manager), they rejected him. Rejected him like a reject jellybean. He also had a mind about trying out for the local bookstore...where Devi worked, but he had a good idea that might not be a good idea. Part of him was scared to even go there, now.
And it's been almost a week since he met Todd again, and he was close to sharing the newspapers with the homeless insane. If lucky, maybe a cardboard box. And daaamn! Was he hungry!
Ogar need food.
Ogar need money.
Ogar no money have. Ogar RAGE! GRRRR! ARRRRGH!!!!
And in such blinding rage, Ogar ripped off his shirt, showing off his hairy muscular chest of his, and swang off into the jungle, swinging on those vines....
But anyway, by the time he came to the last page, he saw this cute little pictures of Santa Clause and little Elves. It was on a small article that hired anyone willing to work over at the mall, assisting the-...um. You know? Those people who dress up as a Santa Clause, sit on this chair while they let those kids sit on their laps and goggle out their wishes for Christmas Presents? Yeah, and it was asking for anyone who was nice enough to help organize that...thing stuff.
"....mmm!"
Johnny immediately circled that article with the red mark. Over, and over, and over again. This was the perfect place for Christmas job. A good, honest, decent job, and he figured he might get a good idea what little boys want for Christmas presents while working for Santa. He started to giggle at that thought, and then went ahead to look for the second job. And...um...my arms hurt. Really owie, so I'm going to skip that stuff about job finding. Anyway, in the end with that interviews and the training and crap, he ended up with a job over at some pizza place (who cares about the name) and that Santa thing. I'll call it.... Santa's Workshop of.... Love. Awww!
Oh, okay, so anyway, the first day at that pizza kind of place was going fiiine. The training ended for Johnny already, and now he was in charge of chopping up the ingredients. If you say, "that's not what you start in the beginning of pizza-place-job-work thing!" I don't care. This is MY fanfic! …. Stupid.
Going on, Johnny was in the middle of his work, chopping up the tomatoes. He hated cutting the tomatoes. It took him so much maddening self-control to keep himself from snapping out with the knife in hand, and the tomatoes just made things worse. But today was going really nicely for him as he hummed a tune, chopping up this and that and placing them in plastic boxes for others to use for the toppings. UNTIL…
This guy came over, the pizza-making-guy, named Zeffy. He was one of the most disgusting man to come upon this pizza-place, but Johnny didn't pay much attention to him. As Johnny was now working on the mushrooms, Zeffy was munching onto a bread stick, looking over his shoulder as he made that annoying sound…
Shmroo..Shmunch, mnch, mnch…
That's the sound he made when he chewed on that damned bread stick. He munched, and chewed, and snorted at the same time. Not only that, he let his mouth hang open at every chew, breathing from his mouth and nose in that annoying way…really, really annoying. And he does such things, chewing, snorting, coughing, breathing and sucking all at once....AT THE SAME TIME! (DUH! DUH! DUUUUUURGHH!!!).
HOW FUCKING ANNOYING!!
The knife was flung down fast down upon a teeny-weenie (GIGGLE!) little piece of mushroom, and the blade of it sunk down into the board as Johnny kept his grip on the handle, just blankly glaring into space as Zeffy glanced toward him.
"Wha a ell arewg oo dowing? Urry' up."
His eyes twitched and widened as the sound of Zeffy's voice irritated him, so close to his ears, it made shivers of sickness crawl down to his spine...only to bounce back up again.
"Wh-...," he breathes through his gritted teeth. Not only that, I think he was breathing through his whole pores that spotted all over his body just to keep himself intact of the maddening..madness thing. "Will you go away? You're really annoying. And very ronchi. It's just very vomitty to me." But Zeffy seemed to blink at that, stepping away as his hand grabbed onto Johnny's collar. Wow. He seemed offended. Johnny felt his heart beat "whoo!" in surprise as he was pulled toward to Zeffy's swinging fist and found himself flinging over the cold steel counter where he left his cutting board with the knife sticking from it.
"....ow," he managed to say after he stood there for five seconds, backed at the corner with his cold hand touching his reddened side of his face, dented in a shape of a fist. Zeffy snored again, tossing his bread stick aside, and was mumbling something under his chewy-things. Maybe some kind of lecture he was managing to squeeze out from his horsey punk-accented lung of his while Johnny reached over to the knife that was still standing on the board. His glare seemed to twitch again and he swang the whole thing -the knife and the board- and let the edge of the board collide into the side of Zeffy's face.
WOW! Isn't ANYBODY noticing this fight? Duh-ohwell!
So when the board hit him, Zeffy was flung hard like Johnny, whith his tongue hanging out to the side until he hit the floor whith Johnny jumping up like a spider. His stickly legs flung over to each side, his hands snaking over in the air as he now landed on his chest, kneeling over Zeffy.
"MR. WIGGLY!" screeched Johnny when he grabbed for the half bitten bread stick, which was limp enough to wiggle insanely in his grip. He let it wiggle, smiling, but his smile didn't go from side to side. It was in a knot, scruntched up to only one side with his teeth flashing darkly and his tongue wiggled in his mouth as he wiggled the bread, and started to stuff it into Zeffy's face. Zeffy started to muffle up with his yelling and cursing with his legs kicking. His arms started to grab hold of Johnny, tring to swing him off, but that seemed to not work. Now his spit started to suirt out into the air, hitting Johnny here and there, and that's just not clean.
"If you like to chew on things like that," Johnny wheezed, forcing Zeffy's mouth open and took his skinny two fingers down his throat and pulled onto his tongue until it stuck out. "Chew on this!" Now he started to pump his jaws, up and down, making the crying man's teech chomp onto his own tongue. Blood and more drools splooshed out, and the man started to bubble. The tongue slowly started to go limp as it was being chews off and it flopped over into his mouth, choking him with his own blood at the same time.
+ + +
"Mooooommmmeeee!!!! MOOOOOMMMMEEEE!!"
"I'm sorry, sweetie, but the pizza man just got lost on his way, but we got pizza now!"
"WHEEE!!!"
The whole family sat down around the TV, now starting up the movie as the mother placed down the pizza infront of her family. The movie started, and at the same time, her husband took up a slice of pizza and started to much on it.
"...hmm....what kind of pizza is this, honey?" he asked, chewing on it as he glanced towards her.
"I asked for pineapple and ham," she said, already hypnotized by the movie. Her husband coked his brows, glancing towards the pizza.
"It seemed like they made a mistake I only see something like...I don't know. Hambergure and some huge chunk of....meat. It tastes like...some kind of meat I never tasted before.
The woman blinked over to her family, taking the pizza into her hand and glanced at the topping. He's right. No Pinapple, no ham...just these meat in a small chunk of stake. And this huge blob of other meat with little dots on it, like tongue of...tongue of madness.
"Do you want me to call them again?" she asked, placing the pizza down.
"Naw. It's okay. We already chewed on some, anyway," said he, munching away.
