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"-So that's basically how we found out," Goresky said, as he nibbled on a final french fry. Chislett had downed the last pieces of his order of chicken wings, and Bullseye had just finished his burger. The middle brother nodded, in a dramatic, "-Indeed... a truly moving tale." The eldest snorted. The youngest finally spoke, "-I think I need a tissue." Goresky blinked, "-Wow... you mean that really 'got' to you??" Bullseye made a face. "-No, I feel a sneeze coming on..." His mouth slowly opened, and he quickly put a hand up against his face, and sneezed loud. When he pulled his hand away, he scowled. "-See, now look what you made me do... now it's all over my hand... sick!" He grabbed one of the napkins and wiped it off. His brother sighed and rolled his eyes. Should've known. "-Honestly, what's with this place?" Sure the food is edible... but atmosphere-wise, it's 'dust-bunny' haven!" Bullseye grumbled. Chislett shrugged. "-Well, you said you have allergies, right?" Maybe it's Goresky's shake?" The younger warthog shook his head. "-No... I don't have 'hayfever-ish' reactions... that's for people that are allergic to like... pollen and shit." I on the other hand break into hives." But that only happens if I got some of the substance into my mouth or mucus glands." "-Ooh," his brothers echoed, understanding. Goresky twisted his mouth. "-So what did you think of all 'this' then?" Bullseye cleared his throat. "-Well, let's see... I-" But he was cut off by Chislett. "-Hey Goresk?" "What's up Chis?" "-Is that clock over on the wall the right time?" His brothers snorted. "-No Chislett... they put that up there just to confuse us," Bullseye retorted. "'Cuz God knows it's fun to screw people over!" "Seriously, bro, what time is that dance recital over?" Chislett questioned Goresky. Goresky looked at the clock, and thought for a minute, then gasped. "-Oh crap!" It's over in like... 20 minutes, and WHERE did we leave the car again??" "-Oh, that's not good..." Chislett gulped. "-Sounds like it's good we asked for the bill early," Bullseye thought outloud. He pulled out a few bills from his pocket and placed them on the table. Goresky and Chislett did as well. Both the elder and younger warthog noticed that their middle brother left somewhat extra. "-Sure you don't wanna keep some of that, Chis?" Goresky asked. "Huh?" Oh that... nyah, I'm telling you, that service is worth every penny," he said, sincerely. Bullseye cocked an eyebrow. "-Really?" Gee, all I noticed was when she almost knocked over that pepper bottle and hit Goresky in the head with that menu." Goresky raised his. "-Yeah... me too." Chislett smirked, smugly. "-Well you didn't see the best bit." When she had to pick up that dropped ketchup bottle, I could see RIGHT up her skirt!" I'm tellin' ya, it was beautiful." Bullseye blinked. "-I don't remember that... was that when I was getting napkins from the other booth?" "-Yup, I believe so." "-Aww, son of a bitch!" the younger warthog cursed. "Why do I always miss the goods??" Goresky scoffed, "You mean having sex with new and different women every week isn't 'enough' for you?" Bullseye pulled a skeptical face. "-Meh... anywho, what's the reason you guys have to rush off for?" This.. 'dance recital' thingy?" "-Yeah, it's about the... uhhh... 'best friend-bitch' as you call him..." Goresky explained. "Remember how I said he was a part-time dance instructor?" Well he's helping out with that whole organization thing, and we said we'd pick him up today, since his mom can't make it." "-Oh, I see," Bullseye nodded. Chislett added, "-I know it might sound cheesy and all, gay guy being a dance instructor... but he's actually really good." Goresky nodded, "-You should see him bust moves sometime." Their brother paused. "-I think I'll get back to you on that thought, if that's okay." The other two nodded. "-Yeah, that's no problem!" "-No pressure." Just then, a thought came to the oldest warthog. "-Oh!" Before I forget..." He grabbed a napkin. "-Uh... anyone got a pen?" "-Well... the waitress chick DID leave hers there," Bullseye pointed out. His brother took it and quickly scribbled on it. He then held out the paper to the younger. "-Here's our number, bro." Give us a call sometime soon, eh?" We should get together again... still so more catching up to do, right?" We could hang out... introduce you to Jacque... meet the rest of your friends?" With a straight face, Bullseye told them, "-I don't have other friends." From his serious tone, Goresky and Chislett thought he was serious, and were momentarily taken aback. Then Bullseye grinned menacingly, and sniggered, "-Oh my god, I was KIDDING!" Seriously... I hang out with a crew of ten other dudes... great guys." His brothers looked relieved. "-Oh good... you really had us there for a minute, Bullseye," Goresky sighed. "-Yeah... we thought on top of everything else, you were also anti-social!" Chislett added. Bullseye laughed. "-Nyah way... I yell at random strangers all the time... great fun, that." Anywho, can you pass me that pen, Goresk?" Better give you my number too." His brother handed it to him, and Bullseye wrote it down for them. "-And there you are." "-Thanks." The three warthogs walked out to the entrance, and stepped outside. They all squinted, taking in the sunlight. Regaining normal sight, Bullseye turned to his brothers. "-Well... guess I'll be seeing you guys then..." Chislett said, "-Yeah... was cool seeing ya again." Goresky smiled, "-Hey... come on, bros... it's not like we're saying another big goodbye here... let's use those numbers we exchanged and not wait for another eleven years to go by before getting together again, eh?" They all nodded. "-We'll talk to ya soon, kay lil bro?" Goresky added. "-You know it," Bullseye replied. This time, a change from their ecstatic first greeting, they shook hands and pulled in for a somewhat shoulder hug. "-Seeya around, Bulls," Chislett added. The youngest Warthogg brother watched and gave a slight wave, as his triplet brothers left him. He breathed in, gave a deep cleansing sigh. He shook his muzzle to himself, and started walking his own way. One thing was for sure, he knew, would he ever have a story to tell the guys when he got back to the pad...
To Be Continued
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- Alrighty! And lo, we have a sixth fic completed! =D Woot-ness! *does the happy dance* Okay, so it's not exactly a complete tale *but then again, when are they ever? XD*, and this fic is gonna have a Part 2, since this is _way_ longer than I thought it would be... *I swear... I'm writing too much for my own good now XD* so yeah... expect that and a Bullseye's Story 3 coming at ya soon! It's 12:07 AM, and I'm out for now. Until next time, this is me wishing you happy readings! Laterz! :D
~BlushBunnyC3~
"-So that's basically how we found out," Goresky said, as he nibbled on a final french fry. Chislett had downed the last pieces of his order of chicken wings, and Bullseye had just finished his burger. The middle brother nodded, in a dramatic, "-Indeed... a truly moving tale." The eldest snorted. The youngest finally spoke, "-I think I need a tissue." Goresky blinked, "-Wow... you mean that really 'got' to you??" Bullseye made a face. "-No, I feel a sneeze coming on..." His mouth slowly opened, and he quickly put a hand up against his face, and sneezed loud. When he pulled his hand away, he scowled. "-See, now look what you made me do... now it's all over my hand... sick!" He grabbed one of the napkins and wiped it off. His brother sighed and rolled his eyes. Should've known. "-Honestly, what's with this place?" Sure the food is edible... but atmosphere-wise, it's 'dust-bunny' haven!" Bullseye grumbled. Chislett shrugged. "-Well, you said you have allergies, right?" Maybe it's Goresky's shake?" The younger warthog shook his head. "-No... I don't have 'hayfever-ish' reactions... that's for people that are allergic to like... pollen and shit." I on the other hand break into hives." But that only happens if I got some of the substance into my mouth or mucus glands." "-Ooh," his brothers echoed, understanding. Goresky twisted his mouth. "-So what did you think of all 'this' then?" Bullseye cleared his throat. "-Well, let's see... I-" But he was cut off by Chislett. "-Hey Goresk?" "What's up Chis?" "-Is that clock over on the wall the right time?" His brothers snorted. "-No Chislett... they put that up there just to confuse us," Bullseye retorted. "'Cuz God knows it's fun to screw people over!" "Seriously, bro, what time is that dance recital over?" Chislett questioned Goresky. Goresky looked at the clock, and thought for a minute, then gasped. "-Oh crap!" It's over in like... 20 minutes, and WHERE did we leave the car again??" "-Oh, that's not good..." Chislett gulped. "-Sounds like it's good we asked for the bill early," Bullseye thought outloud. He pulled out a few bills from his pocket and placed them on the table. Goresky and Chislett did as well. Both the elder and younger warthog noticed that their middle brother left somewhat extra. "-Sure you don't wanna keep some of that, Chis?" Goresky asked. "Huh?" Oh that... nyah, I'm telling you, that service is worth every penny," he said, sincerely. Bullseye cocked an eyebrow. "-Really?" Gee, all I noticed was when she almost knocked over that pepper bottle and hit Goresky in the head with that menu." Goresky raised his. "-Yeah... me too." Chislett smirked, smugly. "-Well you didn't see the best bit." When she had to pick up that dropped ketchup bottle, I could see RIGHT up her skirt!" I'm tellin' ya, it was beautiful." Bullseye blinked. "-I don't remember that... was that when I was getting napkins from the other booth?" "-Yup, I believe so." "-Aww, son of a bitch!" the younger warthog cursed. "Why do I always miss the goods??" Goresky scoffed, "You mean having sex with new and different women every week isn't 'enough' for you?" Bullseye pulled a skeptical face. "-Meh... anywho, what's the reason you guys have to rush off for?" This.. 'dance recital' thingy?" "-Yeah, it's about the... uhhh... 'best friend-bitch' as you call him..." Goresky explained. "Remember how I said he was a part-time dance instructor?" Well he's helping out with that whole organization thing, and we said we'd pick him up today, since his mom can't make it." "-Oh, I see," Bullseye nodded. Chislett added, "-I know it might sound cheesy and all, gay guy being a dance instructor... but he's actually really good." Goresky nodded, "-You should see him bust moves sometime." Their brother paused. "-I think I'll get back to you on that thought, if that's okay." The other two nodded. "-Yeah, that's no problem!" "-No pressure." Just then, a thought came to the oldest warthog. "-Oh!" Before I forget..." He grabbed a napkin. "-Uh... anyone got a pen?" "-Well... the waitress chick DID leave hers there," Bullseye pointed out. His brother took it and quickly scribbled on it. He then held out the paper to the younger. "-Here's our number, bro." Give us a call sometime soon, eh?" We should get together again... still so more catching up to do, right?" We could hang out... introduce you to Jacque... meet the rest of your friends?" With a straight face, Bullseye told them, "-I don't have other friends." From his serious tone, Goresky and Chislett thought he was serious, and were momentarily taken aback. Then Bullseye grinned menacingly, and sniggered, "-Oh my god, I was KIDDING!" Seriously... I hang out with a crew of ten other dudes... great guys." His brothers looked relieved. "-Oh good... you really had us there for a minute, Bullseye," Goresky sighed. "-Yeah... we thought on top of everything else, you were also anti-social!" Chislett added. Bullseye laughed. "-Nyah way... I yell at random strangers all the time... great fun, that." Anywho, can you pass me that pen, Goresk?" Better give you my number too." His brother handed it to him, and Bullseye wrote it down for them. "-And there you are." "-Thanks." The three warthogs walked out to the entrance, and stepped outside. They all squinted, taking in the sunlight. Regaining normal sight, Bullseye turned to his brothers. "-Well... guess I'll be seeing you guys then..." Chislett said, "-Yeah... was cool seeing ya again." Goresky smiled, "-Hey... come on, bros... it's not like we're saying another big goodbye here... let's use those numbers we exchanged and not wait for another eleven years to go by before getting together again, eh?" They all nodded. "-We'll talk to ya soon, kay lil bro?" Goresky added. "-You know it," Bullseye replied. This time, a change from their ecstatic first greeting, they shook hands and pulled in for a somewhat shoulder hug. "-Seeya around, Bulls," Chislett added. The youngest Warthogg brother watched and gave a slight wave, as his triplet brothers left him. He breathed in, gave a deep cleansing sigh. He shook his muzzle to himself, and started walking his own way. One thing was for sure, he knew, would he ever have a story to tell the guys when he got back to the pad...
To Be Continued
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- Alrighty! And lo, we have a sixth fic completed! =D Woot-ness! *does the happy dance* Okay, so it's not exactly a complete tale *but then again, when are they ever? XD*, and this fic is gonna have a Part 2, since this is _way_ longer than I thought it would be... *I swear... I'm writing too much for my own good now XD* so yeah... expect that and a Bullseye's Story 3 coming at ya soon! It's 12:07 AM, and I'm out for now. Until next time, this is me wishing you happy readings! Laterz! :D
~BlushBunnyC3~