It's a beautiful day in.... Hawaii?!?! Those lucky idiots! The Raw gang is
on a Maui vacation!
"So, how do you like it here?" Chris Benoit asked his best friend Chris Jericho.
"It's way too hot here." A disappointed Jericho wiped the damp bangs off his brow.
"Relax, the food is free." Benoit said as they walked through a tropical jungle.
"Uh, Roboto, are you sure we can be here?" Jericho asked.
"Hey, it's not like there's a sign saying private property. It's a vacation spot, a tourist trap. Thousands come here a month man, lighten up." Beniot assured, picking fruit.
"Well I still don't want any, I don't like fruit." Jericho turned away.
"Be that way, more for me you bottomless pit." Benoit began to eat.
"A bottomless pit? I thank you!" Jericho smirked. "I bet you can't eat all that."
"Oh! You're on." Benoit accepted the challenge and looked around at all the food he'd picked. "Wow, so you could really eat all of this?" Benoit asked and looked up at Jericho. But before Jericho could answer, Benoit cut him off. "Oh, to shay." He ate and Jericho watched. Soon, Benoit was able to eat it all. He let out a satisfied burp. "And I'm spent."
"Wow, I'd have thrown up if I ate all that. I'm sorry, but you're the winner this time." Jericho admitted defeat. "Well, I'm kinda hungry." He picked up an apple. "You want one of my water bottles Benoit?" Jericho asked but got no reply. "Benoit?" He turned to his friend who didn't look so good all of a sudden. "What's the matter man, you don't look so right."
"I don't feel so right either." Benoit groaned. "Maybe I got sick?"
"Maybe you got sick?" Jericho laughed hard at the suggestion and slapped his knee.
"Or maybe I ate too much?" Benoit realized.
"Oh please. Maybe you just ate too much." Jericho muttered to himself a few times, but then it hit him. "Hey, maybe you ate too much." He looked around. "That's pretty obvious."
"You think?" Benoit moaned, holding his full stomach.
"So you actually, truthfully mean you're really sick?" Jericho wanted to get this strait.
"Didn't you hear me the first time? Duh!" Benoit rolled his eyes.
"This is great, wonderful, perfect!" Jericho cheered. "What, it is?" Benoit was really confused now.
"Don't you see, now is my chance to repay you back for all the times you had to take care of me. After all, you're my best friend, it wouldn't feel right to not repay you." Jericho said.
"You don't have to, maybe I could just go back to the hotel and if the trainer, Dan, is not there I can go find a licenced, practiced physician." Benoit purposely used big words to confuse Jericho.
"What, a doctor? You know everyone's afraid of doctors." Jericho stood in the shadows, talking in an eerie voice. "And their quack pot experiments."
"By everyone do you mean you?" Benoit hinted slyly.
"Well, yes." Jericho muttered, realizing his moment was over.
"So, what are you going to do about it?" Benoit asked, in pain again.
"I say in with the old, out with the new." Jericho stood tall.
"I think you have it the other way around." Benoit pointed out.
"Nope." Jericho pulled out a book. "The family home remedies." Jericho opened the small book and read it. "First, prepare all of the water tight orifices, making sure they are properly sealed without defect." Jericho paused, pondering what he'd just read. "Must be one of grandma's remedies." He shrugged and pulled out a roll of duck tape and went over to Benoit.
"Wait, what exactly is the title of that book?" Benoit asked as Jericho tore off a piece and put it over Benoit's mouth. Jericho picked up the book and read the cover.
"How to build your own boat... oops, wrong book." Jericho blushed and got out the right book this time. "Aha, here it is. Mom's Miracle Cure All's." Jericho opened it and Benoit noticed a comment about the book on the front made by Jericho's dad. It read: if this cure's you, it's a miracle. Benoit gulped. "I know this one should work, mom used to use it on me a lot of times. Well, of course I always faked taking it but it should work on Benoit."
"Uh, Chris, what if you're just getting too carried away..." Benoit began.
"Stay here while I go find all of these....weird... things." Jericho read the strange ingredients and walked off to look for them in the forest. Benoit sat waiting for a while and then his stomach growled and he let out a loud burp. It was so big he fell on his back. When he sat back up he felt refreshed and recovered.
"Wow, I feel as good as new. I can't wait to tell Chris." Benoit smiled.
"I'm back." Jericho's voice was heard and he leaped over a bush carrying a handful of things.
"Hey, you'll never guess what happened." Benoit smiled.
"Not a word." Jericho silenced his excited friend as he read the book on how to mix the ingredients.
"But Chris, I...." Benoit began.
"You know, all of this has made me realize how wonderful it feels to do something nice for another person, especially when it's repaying my best friend." Jericho looked over at Benoit. "Just look at the expression on your.... wait, look at you." Jericho stopped, noticing his friend looked fine now. "I mean, what happened? Did you just throw up and get better?"
"Well, all I had to do was..." Benoit was about to explain.
"I mean, you do still feel ill. Because if you don't, it will crush me emotionally." Jericho cried like a drama queen.
"No, well. I may look better, but I still feel bad inside." Benoit smiled as he realized that all Jericho wanted was to help him and it came from the goodness of his heart.
"Good, so down the hatch." Jericho gave him a coconut full of some fruity liquid.
"Thanks." Benoit took it and reluctantly drank it. "I feel better." He said, trying not to show how badly he wanted to throw up for real now.
"All that doctor crap made me hungry. Let's go back to the hotel to eat some real food." Jericho smiled and led the way back. Benoit began to hiccup and burp. "You ok?" He asked.
"Yea, I'm just fine Chris." Benoit forced a grin and groaned. Jericho shrugged and continued on as Benoit straggled after him. "Well," He thought to himself in his mind. "At least when we get back, Chris will be so busy eating I can go throw up and then see the trainer Dan.
"So, how do you like it here?" Chris Benoit asked his best friend Chris Jericho.
"It's way too hot here." A disappointed Jericho wiped the damp bangs off his brow.
"Relax, the food is free." Benoit said as they walked through a tropical jungle.
"Uh, Roboto, are you sure we can be here?" Jericho asked.
"Hey, it's not like there's a sign saying private property. It's a vacation spot, a tourist trap. Thousands come here a month man, lighten up." Beniot assured, picking fruit.
"Well I still don't want any, I don't like fruit." Jericho turned away.
"Be that way, more for me you bottomless pit." Benoit began to eat.
"A bottomless pit? I thank you!" Jericho smirked. "I bet you can't eat all that."
"Oh! You're on." Benoit accepted the challenge and looked around at all the food he'd picked. "Wow, so you could really eat all of this?" Benoit asked and looked up at Jericho. But before Jericho could answer, Benoit cut him off. "Oh, to shay." He ate and Jericho watched. Soon, Benoit was able to eat it all. He let out a satisfied burp. "And I'm spent."
"Wow, I'd have thrown up if I ate all that. I'm sorry, but you're the winner this time." Jericho admitted defeat. "Well, I'm kinda hungry." He picked up an apple. "You want one of my water bottles Benoit?" Jericho asked but got no reply. "Benoit?" He turned to his friend who didn't look so good all of a sudden. "What's the matter man, you don't look so right."
"I don't feel so right either." Benoit groaned. "Maybe I got sick?"
"Maybe you got sick?" Jericho laughed hard at the suggestion and slapped his knee.
"Or maybe I ate too much?" Benoit realized.
"Oh please. Maybe you just ate too much." Jericho muttered to himself a few times, but then it hit him. "Hey, maybe you ate too much." He looked around. "That's pretty obvious."
"You think?" Benoit moaned, holding his full stomach.
"So you actually, truthfully mean you're really sick?" Jericho wanted to get this strait.
"Didn't you hear me the first time? Duh!" Benoit rolled his eyes.
"This is great, wonderful, perfect!" Jericho cheered. "What, it is?" Benoit was really confused now.
"Don't you see, now is my chance to repay you back for all the times you had to take care of me. After all, you're my best friend, it wouldn't feel right to not repay you." Jericho said.
"You don't have to, maybe I could just go back to the hotel and if the trainer, Dan, is not there I can go find a licenced, practiced physician." Benoit purposely used big words to confuse Jericho.
"What, a doctor? You know everyone's afraid of doctors." Jericho stood in the shadows, talking in an eerie voice. "And their quack pot experiments."
"By everyone do you mean you?" Benoit hinted slyly.
"Well, yes." Jericho muttered, realizing his moment was over.
"So, what are you going to do about it?" Benoit asked, in pain again.
"I say in with the old, out with the new." Jericho stood tall.
"I think you have it the other way around." Benoit pointed out.
"Nope." Jericho pulled out a book. "The family home remedies." Jericho opened the small book and read it. "First, prepare all of the water tight orifices, making sure they are properly sealed without defect." Jericho paused, pondering what he'd just read. "Must be one of grandma's remedies." He shrugged and pulled out a roll of duck tape and went over to Benoit.
"Wait, what exactly is the title of that book?" Benoit asked as Jericho tore off a piece and put it over Benoit's mouth. Jericho picked up the book and read the cover.
"How to build your own boat... oops, wrong book." Jericho blushed and got out the right book this time. "Aha, here it is. Mom's Miracle Cure All's." Jericho opened it and Benoit noticed a comment about the book on the front made by Jericho's dad. It read: if this cure's you, it's a miracle. Benoit gulped. "I know this one should work, mom used to use it on me a lot of times. Well, of course I always faked taking it but it should work on Benoit."
"Uh, Chris, what if you're just getting too carried away..." Benoit began.
"Stay here while I go find all of these....weird... things." Jericho read the strange ingredients and walked off to look for them in the forest. Benoit sat waiting for a while and then his stomach growled and he let out a loud burp. It was so big he fell on his back. When he sat back up he felt refreshed and recovered.
"Wow, I feel as good as new. I can't wait to tell Chris." Benoit smiled.
"I'm back." Jericho's voice was heard and he leaped over a bush carrying a handful of things.
"Hey, you'll never guess what happened." Benoit smiled.
"Not a word." Jericho silenced his excited friend as he read the book on how to mix the ingredients.
"But Chris, I...." Benoit began.
"You know, all of this has made me realize how wonderful it feels to do something nice for another person, especially when it's repaying my best friend." Jericho looked over at Benoit. "Just look at the expression on your.... wait, look at you." Jericho stopped, noticing his friend looked fine now. "I mean, what happened? Did you just throw up and get better?"
"Well, all I had to do was..." Benoit was about to explain.
"I mean, you do still feel ill. Because if you don't, it will crush me emotionally." Jericho cried like a drama queen.
"No, well. I may look better, but I still feel bad inside." Benoit smiled as he realized that all Jericho wanted was to help him and it came from the goodness of his heart.
"Good, so down the hatch." Jericho gave him a coconut full of some fruity liquid.
"Thanks." Benoit took it and reluctantly drank it. "I feel better." He said, trying not to show how badly he wanted to throw up for real now.
"All that doctor crap made me hungry. Let's go back to the hotel to eat some real food." Jericho smiled and led the way back. Benoit began to hiccup and burp. "You ok?" He asked.
"Yea, I'm just fine Chris." Benoit forced a grin and groaned. Jericho shrugged and continued on as Benoit straggled after him. "Well," He thought to himself in his mind. "At least when we get back, Chris will be so busy eating I can go throw up and then see the trainer Dan.