Stinkgrid was writing a letter, a long letter.
"Yo Stinkgrid, who you writing the Full Length feature to?"
"That saftey patroller that is kind of in there, but nobody really knows his name"
"The blueish black haired guy?"
"Yeah thats him"
"I think his name is Joeseph, at least thats what I read on ABC Kids, dont let anyone else though, I try to act like im 30"
"What rhymes with Fog?"
"Dawg"
Killmore is headless once more
"I need a good line, anything, I will write it down"
"I was once a delinquint, but someone helped me turn around"
Stinkgrid finished her letter
"Proofread my letter, im not very good at spelling"
The Letter Read:
"Dear guy whos name we arent sure about:
Mah hart is yurning 4 joo, weather thru son,rayne,darc ore fogg.
I feel about you as i feel for my Dawg.
Pls aksept thiis aynd telll ma yur nayme
Stunkbug
P.S: I wus onse ay delienquint but not no more"
"What the effin hell is this shit?" said Killmore
"So you like it then?" Stinkgrid said, grabbing her letter
"No bu..."
But Stinkgrid stuffed the letter on the guys chair.
He read it when he got back.
"Let me put this in your lingo:
Aye downt dayte 4more delingquints."
Stinkgrid farted twice and ate beans.
"Well that sucks my..."
"Stinkgrid, I remember his name, its.."
Just then a rampage of cows, err students was outside and the name couldn't be heard by anyone but Stinkgrid.
End Act 2