Drifter Stunt: Virginia and co. vs. Janus and Team
Prologue
The teams are bored. There is nothing to do. The theme park tickets aren't set until tomorrow. They need to find a way to blow an evening. So they take a little I.Q. test made by Clive. This chapter is really weird...
The Smartest of Them All...
"I thought I took this trip to avoid boredom!" Janus whined, slumping back into a chair.
"I'm boooooooooooored!" Gallows screamed out the opened hotel window.
Near by, walking pedestrians stopped to stare.
Romero charged and pushed Gallows off. They heard thump then, "Ow!" Oh god!"
They got a little chuckle from that then quickly fell back into boredom.
A light bulb popped above Clive's head.
"Dude, you forgot to turn your dialogue box off," said Janus.
"I have an idea!" said Clive.
"Well, duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Virginia said slowly sticking out her tongue and wiggling it; releasing some spit.
"I brought I.Q. test with me. For specific reasons." He said sternly, eyeballing Janus.
The door flew open. BANG!
"You animals!" Screamed the bruised-up Gallows. "I could've died! None of you even try to catch me!"
"Hey listen! Said Janus. "I don't know who you are but... Holy Crap! It's Gallows!"
"Welcome back, Gallows." said Clive, passing out the papers. "We're having a pop quiz."
"Really!" Said Gallows with a chill of excitement running through his blood.
He turned to Romero.
"Eat my dust, Mr. Cheese."
Pop Quiz
All of them were working quietly on the test. Janus was cheating off Virginia.
"Everyone hand your tests in," Clive said.
Clive walked to a nearby desk to grade them.
"NO!" Said Clive, eyes bulging out at the paper he was holding. "This is not possible!"
"Clive, what's wrong?" asked Virginia.
Clive put a grieving hand over his head like he does when he is in despair.
"The person with the highest score is..."
Everyone leaned closer to hear in anxiousness. This was not only a test, but a competitive contest for the drifters.
"Dario..."
Everyone immediately started jabbering.
Clive broke into tears. "I can't believe it! I did not only get beaten by one, but two of Janus's idiots. I was third place. Gallows, you are in last place. You got negative five."
"What, how the lord Jesus Christ did I get negative five! There were 100 questions!" Screamed Gallows.
"For giving stupid answers for five questions," said Clive pulling something out of his pocket.
"That's not possible!" Janus yelled, staring at the fat lardo he thought he knew. "Dario is beyond retarded; and retarded only goes so far."
Dario just sat there, cross-eyed, like he didn't know what they were talking about.
"I lost to Mr. Cheese!" Gallows said, staring in disbelievement at his shoes. "Nooooooooooooo! But heed my words, Mr. Cheese! This is only a small battle in a long war!" Gallows dramatically kneeled on two legs, screaming that to the room.
"Please don't hurt me!" Romero said, pleading like they were planning to murder him.
"It doesn't matter now!" Said Clive pulling out a cloth and a liquid drug bottle.
"I will not be judged by my peers! You can't ridicule an unconscious man!"
Clive poured the drug on the cloth and breathed it in. He just dropped.
"OK," said Gallows. "Let's just all go to sleep."
Everyone helped carry Clive to his bed.
Then they all got ready for bed and drifted off to sleep...
To Be Continued...