Chapter 3: Sck It!
"I still can't believe you got his pants Randy," said Earl.
"But Earl, they feel so smooth, and I like pants. They're warm and protective," Randy said.
That was when we walked into DX, Triple H and Shawn Michaels.
"Hey, I'm Shawn, who are you?" asked HBK.
"Uh, hi. My name is Earl," said Earl. "This is my brother, Randy."
"I'm Randy," said Randy. Then Robbie walked up.
"I'm Robbie!" shouted Robbie.
"So, what brings you two here?" asked Triple H.
"Well, you see, we're on a mission," Earl said
So, just as I told Rey Mysterio, I told DX about my list, and how I was on my way to meet Bret Hart. That was my worst mistake since I gave my lotto winnings to Paul.
"Bret Hart huh?" said Triple H.
"We can't let you do that," said Shawn.
"But I have to, it's on my list," said Earl.
"Well, we have a little list of our own. You see, it has everyone that can just…" said Shawn has he raised his arms in the air.
"SUCK IT!!!" exclaimed Triple H as they started to crotch chop.
"What can you do to us?" Randy said.
As it turns out, they could throw us into a dumpster. This wasn't a good thing, because we didn't get Bret Hart's address. We would just have to figure out another way to get inside.
"C'mon Randy, we've got to get back inside!" Earl shouted.
"Can't we just look around a bit in here? Look, I found five John Cena action figures with their heads missing. It's a good thing that it's not really Cena, because that would be scary. But, it would be a service to fans everywhere," said Randy.
"Randy?" said Earl.
"Yeah, Earl?" Randy said.
"Just open the door."