Meanwhile, back at the garage, our other heroes let their minds and bodies atrophy, everyone, that is, except for Yoyo!
Yoyo's eyes were bloodshot and red. The dark circles underneath them were becoming more noticeable. This was hour twelve of the History Channel's "World War Three Kicked Ass" special. Yoyo took another sip from the Red Bull can in his hand. He was tired, but he knew the road to enlightenment was difficult.
He had just settled into his ass grove on the couch, when a gloved hand snatched the remote and changed the channel.
"What the fuck, Corn?" Yoyo was pissed.
"Chill, the new Pizza Hut commercial is on!"
Corn's reply was incredibly nonchalant for someone who had just interrupted a man right in the middle of a huge marathon.
Yoyo's eye lid fluttered just a little.
All of a sudden, Yoyo lost it. He tightly wrapped his hands around Corn's pencil neck, and began to throttle him wildly.
"ALWAYS WITH THE FUCKING PIZZA!"
Yoyo suddenly became quiet. He loosened his grip a little and looked down.
He then grabbed Corn by the collar, and brought his face up close to his.
"The first thing you said to me was, 'Hey, where's our pizza?'" Yoyo's voice was a raspy whisper.
"That wasn't so bad, but then you kept talking about pizza!"
"Day in and day out, you kept saying, 'Pizza, pizza pizza!' just like a fucking little Caesar!"
Yoyo regained his strangle hold and Corn's neck.
"You're...Hurting...Me...Dude." Corn wheezed.
"Good," Yoyo grinned.
All of a sudden Gum casually walked in to the room.
"Oh my god, Yoyo!"
"He went too far this time, Gum," Yoyo said as he continued to stare at Corn.
"Let him go, Yoyo!"
Yoyo squeezed harder for a few seconds. When he heard Corn cough, he let go and threw him into the couch. He then ran up to his room and slammed the door.
"Wonder what got into him," Corn mumbled.
Gum slapped him on the cheek.
"Ow, what was that for," Corn whined as he rubbed the mark the ring left in his cheek.
Gum just sighed and skated away.
