I do not own anything to do with the Matrix, heck, I don't even own any
Matrix POSTERS let alone characters.
NOTE: I refuse to do the silly French accent. Any time the Merovingian speaks, you can emageene heem using hees accent, cherie. Yuck.
Bob Saunders was a perfectly ordinary asshole. He stiffed all the bartenders at the VFW but took special pleasure out of tormenting Maude Williams. The only problem was nothing he did seemed to bother the woman. The only time he ever saw her get mad was when he slapped his girlfriend for mouthing off. Who knew old Maude could be that strong? She sure didn't look it, but his jaw still hurt from where she'd belted him a week ago. He'd been thrown out of the VFW too. Served his goddamn country and every single last mother's son of them at that shithole of a club had taken the dried up bitch's side.
He said he'd press charges for assault and they'd all laughed then claimed they hadn't seen a damn thing. He'd get her, oh, yeah, he'd make her pay.
Bob sat grumbling in his brown vinyl armchair, gripping and releasing the armrests with his meaty fits like he was choking Maude to death and releasing her lifeless body over and over again.
"Are you sure this is the place One?" Two surveyed the area with obvious disdain. They had driven up a rutted country road to this, a rusty old trailer, assorted wrecked cars in various stages of decomposition, and a pack of scrawny bird dogs howling their arrival. The rental car, a new black Lincoln Navigator, was covered with a nasty red dust and Two swore the whole area smelled like, like, piss?
"It smells like"
"Yes, cow piss." One finished. "Yes, this is the address listed with the credit card. She is probably not here, but we can see if there is anything useful inside."
The twins had dropped Jay off and were immediately given this new assignment. A credit card was used to pay for maid service at the bungalow, a card belonging to one Bob Saunders in Amarillo, Texas. They has never been to Amarillo, but grew uneasy when the Merovingian told them they would "enjoy the country pleasures of the South on this assignment."
Two looks dubiously at the howling birddogs, then smirks and reaches back behind the seat for his Uzi. The Navigator doesn't have a sunroof, so he leans out the window to shoot. Right as he leans out, the front door opens and out comes Bob swearing as loud as he can at his "Goddamned dogs making a goddamned racket. I swear I'll" Bob stops when he sees a very pale dread- locked man leaning out of a big black SUV holding a big black gun and pointing it at him.
"Uh" is all Bob chokes out before Two turns his dogs into dog bitlets. There are pieces of dog splattering against the trailer and Bob very wisely runs inside and locks the door.
Two is grinning and still firing, one of the dogs has almost made it over the top of a low hill and into safety. Right as it reaches the top, Two shoots it in the head. The head explodes like a blood filled balloon and the last dog drops.
"Finished having fun?" One is picking at his nails with the edge of his razor. "Do you think we could do what the Merovingian sent us for now?"
"The dogs were an obstacle." Two says, then "Who was that scrawny guy?"
"Maybe it's Dark's human husband, how should we know? Let's go."
They get out of the car and walk up to the trailer. The steps are rickety and not used to much weight. When One gets to the second step, his foot goes through the rotted wood. He curses loudly and grabs the doorknob to steady himself. It's locked. He steps gingerly up on the top step, then kicks in the door.
Bob shoots him with a shotgun. One phases and the shot passes harmlessly through his body. That's when Bob really starts screaming. "Oh, Jesus, oh God, oh my God." He's frozen to his chair in fear. One smiles and flicks out his straight razor. Bob slumps in his chair, shuts up and stares at One glassy eyed.
One sniffs the air then wrinkles his nose "Two, the human has soiled himself."
"Revolting creature." Two says. "We should kill it."
"Perhaps." One says with a smirk. "Human, who do you live with?"
Bob is whiter than the twins; he just sits there staring with his mouth hanging open.
One walks a little closer, wrinkles his nose.
Bob doesn't move. Two steps into the room and walks up to Bob too.
"You scared it to death One. Well done."
NOTE: I refuse to do the silly French accent. Any time the Merovingian speaks, you can emageene heem using hees accent, cherie. Yuck.
Bob Saunders was a perfectly ordinary asshole. He stiffed all the bartenders at the VFW but took special pleasure out of tormenting Maude Williams. The only problem was nothing he did seemed to bother the woman. The only time he ever saw her get mad was when he slapped his girlfriend for mouthing off. Who knew old Maude could be that strong? She sure didn't look it, but his jaw still hurt from where she'd belted him a week ago. He'd been thrown out of the VFW too. Served his goddamn country and every single last mother's son of them at that shithole of a club had taken the dried up bitch's side.
He said he'd press charges for assault and they'd all laughed then claimed they hadn't seen a damn thing. He'd get her, oh, yeah, he'd make her pay.
Bob sat grumbling in his brown vinyl armchair, gripping and releasing the armrests with his meaty fits like he was choking Maude to death and releasing her lifeless body over and over again.
"Are you sure this is the place One?" Two surveyed the area with obvious disdain. They had driven up a rutted country road to this, a rusty old trailer, assorted wrecked cars in various stages of decomposition, and a pack of scrawny bird dogs howling their arrival. The rental car, a new black Lincoln Navigator, was covered with a nasty red dust and Two swore the whole area smelled like, like, piss?
"It smells like"
"Yes, cow piss." One finished. "Yes, this is the address listed with the credit card. She is probably not here, but we can see if there is anything useful inside."
The twins had dropped Jay off and were immediately given this new assignment. A credit card was used to pay for maid service at the bungalow, a card belonging to one Bob Saunders in Amarillo, Texas. They has never been to Amarillo, but grew uneasy when the Merovingian told them they would "enjoy the country pleasures of the South on this assignment."
Two looks dubiously at the howling birddogs, then smirks and reaches back behind the seat for his Uzi. The Navigator doesn't have a sunroof, so he leans out the window to shoot. Right as he leans out, the front door opens and out comes Bob swearing as loud as he can at his "Goddamned dogs making a goddamned racket. I swear I'll" Bob stops when he sees a very pale dread- locked man leaning out of a big black SUV holding a big black gun and pointing it at him.
"Uh" is all Bob chokes out before Two turns his dogs into dog bitlets. There are pieces of dog splattering against the trailer and Bob very wisely runs inside and locks the door.
Two is grinning and still firing, one of the dogs has almost made it over the top of a low hill and into safety. Right as it reaches the top, Two shoots it in the head. The head explodes like a blood filled balloon and the last dog drops.
"Finished having fun?" One is picking at his nails with the edge of his razor. "Do you think we could do what the Merovingian sent us for now?"
"The dogs were an obstacle." Two says, then "Who was that scrawny guy?"
"Maybe it's Dark's human husband, how should we know? Let's go."
They get out of the car and walk up to the trailer. The steps are rickety and not used to much weight. When One gets to the second step, his foot goes through the rotted wood. He curses loudly and grabs the doorknob to steady himself. It's locked. He steps gingerly up on the top step, then kicks in the door.
Bob shoots him with a shotgun. One phases and the shot passes harmlessly through his body. That's when Bob really starts screaming. "Oh, Jesus, oh God, oh my God." He's frozen to his chair in fear. One smiles and flicks out his straight razor. Bob slumps in his chair, shuts up and stares at One glassy eyed.
One sniffs the air then wrinkles his nose "Two, the human has soiled himself."
"Revolting creature." Two says. "We should kill it."
"Perhaps." One says with a smirk. "Human, who do you live with?"
Bob is whiter than the twins; he just sits there staring with his mouth hanging open.
One walks a little closer, wrinkles his nose.
Bob doesn't move. Two steps into the room and walks up to Bob too.
"You scared it to death One. Well done."