Resident Evil 3

Intro to RE3.

Jill: "September 28th dayliht.....argh! Damn typo!

*Sound of paper bring ripped out and gettin replaced*

Jill: *sigh*" September 28th, daylight. Monsters have overtaken the city."

Jill: "Somehow....my boobs haven't popped out this top yet..."

*Fade to Jill looking out a window. She turn and head towards a short flight of steps*

Jill: "Ok, we gotta get outta here! The Boutique opens at 8!"

*Cut to some ugly fat guy named Dario*

Dario: "What? What are you talking about? I just lost my daughter out there! How dare you tell me to go back outside....then again i could go for a hot dog...."

Jill: "Well tough sh!t about your daughter, i got my eye on those shoes at half price, so we ARE goin back outside!"

Dario: "NO! Im no going anywhere!"

Jill: "Oh yes you are!"

Dario: "Oh no im not!"

Jill: "You are!"

Dario: "Im not!"

Jill: "ARE!"

Dario: "NOT!"

*Dario runs to a large container and sticks his tongue out to Jill, before closing the doors and locking them*

Jill: "FINE! Be a wuss! I dont want your opinion on those shoes anyway! Im gonna leave now....I MEAN IT!"

Dario: "Fine!"

Jill: "Im leaving, i mean it! 10, 9, 8...OPEN THOSE DOORS!"

Dario: "...."

Jill: "7, 6, 5, 4, 3.......2.........1......3/4........1/2.......1/4........1/8? AWWW screw you ya fat b@stard, im outta here!"

*Jill runs off to get to the Boutique*

Dario: "HEY! IM NOT FAT, ITS A GLANDULAR PROBLEM FOR YOUR INFORMATION!"

Jills conversation with Brad in Jacks bar

*Jill walks into the bar and sees Brad struggling with a zombie*

Jill: "Oh for God sakes Brad, get a room!"

Brad: "DAMMIT, ITS A ZOMBIE! GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF, GET IT OOOOOOOFF!"

Jill: *sigh*"Ok, ok..."

Zombie: "Hehe, gimme your lunch money ya little dork!"

*Brad gets out of the monkey scratch the zombie was giving him and fires at the zombie. Jill also opens fire*

Zombie: "Owwwww, what the?"

Jill: "Sorry dude. He'll get killed off later. Thanks for trying anyway! Cheques in the post"

*Soon the zombie is down. Brad slumps to the floor*

Jill: " Ahh get up ya big fusspot. Hey! If you had a gun, why did you need my help?"

Brad: "I dunno, just wanted to save my ammo"

Jill: "Chicken...so anyway, why the hell isnt anyone at the bar? I need a couple a cold ones! And why the hell isnt someone doing anything about this sh!thole!"

Brad: "Hey, you should be dea...err i didnt know you were still alive Jill, hehe. But the pigs aren't trained for this kinda situation. They sit on their a$$ and munch donuts all day, what could they do?"

Jill: "Well erm, they could try, GETTIN OFF THEIR FAT A$$ES AND HELPIN ME OUT!"

Brad: "Well in any case, hes comin for us, we're both gonna die!"

Jill: "Who? The Boogerman? Freddy Kruger? The monster you think lives under your bed? Haha, gimme a break"

Brad: " You'll see, then you'll be sorry!"

Jill: "Whatever Brad"

Brad: "Im tellin ya...."

Jill: "La lala la lala, im not listening to you! Your just a chicken sh!t homo!"

Brad: "SHUT UP! I AM NOT A CHICKEN...but the other part is kinda true... anyway SHUT UP! Im outta here!"

*Brad walks to the door*

Jill: "Hey, dont pull a Steve on me now!"

Brad: "HEY! Your not supposed to know who Steve is!"

Jill: "I do know he Steve! He was my ex..."

Brad: "Rrrrrrrrright? Anyway hes after STARS members, theres no...."

*Jill starts to dance"

Jill: "Lalalalala, Im not a STARS member anymore, your chicken a$$ is fryed Brad! Hahahahahaha!"

Brad: "You wont be saying that once the Boogerman gets you!"

*Brad storms out the bar*

Jill: *sigh*"Finally hes gone. Now where they keep the Jack Daniels round here?"