(Gus' Games and Grub, day. James, the British adult, Clyde and Lincoln are gaming, playing their own games, seperately. Lincoln plays one based on Ace Savvy, Clyde plays the original Muscle Fish game, and James is playing Mortal Kombat 2.)
Lincoln: How's it going, you guys?
Clyde: All good here.
James: Likewise.
15 minutes later...
(The trio are sitting in a booth, enjoying their meal.)
Lincoln: I don't know about you, but Chandler has invited my classmates to his birthday party.
Clyde: Yeah.
James: That's co- wait, you said Chandler? That brown-haired boy?!
Lincoln: Yes, why?
James: That little brat owes me!
Clyde: What are you talking about, Jimmy?
Lincoln: And what exactly he owes you?
James: Not going to lie here, guys. It all started several days ago.
(Flashback to several days before the events of this story. Burpin' Burger, day. James is betting with Chandler on stuff, about a fight between two WWF fighters. James picked Doink the Clown while Chandler took Lex Luger. They watch the fight on TV, and it's happening live.)
(A/N: What does exactly Chandler owes James? It is up to you to decide.)
James: Doink forever!
Chandler: No way! Lex Luger is the man!
James: We'll see about that.
Announcer: Doink seems to have advantage! He'll be more likely to win this one!
Chandler: Don't give up, Lex! I believe in you, I really do!
James: You are the best, Doink! Do your worst!
(As time goes on, Doink seems close to defeat his rival. Some minutes have passed, and Doink eventually defeated his opponent.)
Announcer: PIN HIM!
(The clown wrestler does so, jumps, pins down his opponent, and wins the match.)
Announcer: Aaand Doink the Clown wins this tournament! He is new champion!
Chandler: Dammit!
James: Now give me the stuff, Chandler.
Chandler: Sorry - don't have it. Will give it to you soon.
James: You will give it to me this Friday, or else there will be consequences.
Chandler: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
(Flashback ends, cut to present.)
Clyde: So that's what happened.
Lincoln: You watch wrestling, Jimmy?
James: Yeah, I do, and it's very, very entertaining for me.
Lincoln: I see.
(Chandler comes to the arcade, hoping to invite Lincoln and Clyde to his birthday party, but unknown to him, James is there, the one who he owes stuff.)
Chandler: There they are. I'm gonna now- (gasps from seeing James) Oh, crud! James' there! And I owe him for days! Better leave before he spots me... (does so)
Lincoln: How's Normand, btw?
James: All good - he found a couple of guests that will come to us soon enough.
Clyde: Really?
James: Yeah.
Lincoln: Alright.
An hour later...
Lincoln: That was fun, you guys.
Clyde: Yeah. Well anyway, I gotta run now. Goodbye. (walks off)
James: Later, dude.
Lincoln: Bye, Clyde.
(Lori enters the arcade with an opportunity to get a job for dance she wants to attend with her best boyfriend, Bobby, and sees James and Lincoln there.)
Lori: Hey guys, what's up?
James: Not much here.
Lincoln: Yeah. What are you doing here, though?
Lori: I just want to get a job here so I can purchase a beautiful dress for the dance I want to attend soon.
James: (hands her $500) Here you go, Lori.
Lori: Oh, Jimmy, you literally shouldn't have... (takes the cash)
James: But I did. So you won't have to torment yourself with all the difficulties around here.
Lincoln: Yeah. Have an awesome time today at the dance, Lori. You're good sister, honest. (smiles at her)
(She is touched by this, smiles in return, kneels down, and hugs him.)
Lori: Thanks, Linky. (kisses him on the forehead, and Lincoln, as always, returns the hug)
Lincoln: You're welcome. (releases the hug)
Lori: I'll see you guys later. (walks off)
Lincoln: Bye, sis.
James: Later, Lori. Hmm...
Lincoln: What is it?
James: Perhaps I could get a job myself here so I can game all day.
Lincoln: Yeah, would be so cool. Anyways, I gotta get back home, so I'll see you later.
James: See ya, mate.
Sometime later...
(James approaches manager's office, he knocks.)
Arcade Manager: Come in. (The British enters)
James: Hello there. I'd like to employ here as a prize rewarder, like I give a prize to anyone who wins a contest or competition that may be held here.
Arcade Manager: Ah, yes, yes. We had a bit of problem finding one lately, so you may consider yourself just lucky.
James: Heh, I see.
Several minutes later...
Arcade Manager: Alright, you're more than eligible to work here, so please, sign a contract here, then you're good to go.
James: Sure thing.
(The manager pulls out a contract and pen, gives them to James, he signs the contract, and then they handshake.)
Arcade Manager: OK then, your monthly salary will be $396, and worktime will be on weekdays, from 10 AM to 7 PM.
James: Got it. Will come on Monday.
Arcade Manager: Alright. I'll see you there, Mr. Stardware.
(The British adult leaves the office.)
Three days later...
(Gus' Games and Grub, evening. James is sorting prizes on the counter, hears door opening, turns around, and sees Lori in a mermaid dress with accessories attached. She looks happy.)
James: Hey, Lori. Nice dress.
Lori: I know, right? Hey, Jimmy, I want to thank you again for giving me that cash for the dress. That literally really meant a lot to me.
James: Eh, what are friends for?
Lori: Yeah.
James: How was the dance, btw? Were you having good time with Bobby tonight?
Lori: Yes, he was there, and we had sure plenty of fun.
James: I can tell.
Lori: I just want to tell you, Jimmy, that next to Lincoln, Bobby and all of my family...(suddenly hugs him)...you are the literally best person in my life. Ever.
James: Whoa. Thank you, Lori. (caresses her back, then releases the hug)
Lori: You're welcome, Jimmy. We should hang out sometime soon. Not date, just casually hang out.
James: We will, Lori, no worries.
Lori: Alrighty then. See ya, Jimmy.
James: Bye, Lori.
Arcade Manager: (from distance) OK, James, you can take five now.
James: Affirmative, boss.
(As soon as Lori leaves the arcade, Chandler, disguised, enters the arcade. He, without thinking twice, greets the British, who he still owes.)
Chandler: Hey there.
James: Evening, young lad. (realizes and glares) Hey, wait a minute, what the bloody hell?!
Chandler: Dang it! (takes off his disguise now that he's been spotted)
(We cut outside to Lori, who's approaching Vanzilla, and she's just about to insert the car keys into door, but hears the commotion coming from the arcade, and sees James chasing down Chandler from there, they run outside, the latter trips, then falls down to the ground. The blonde teenager is surprised by witnessing such thing.)
Chandler: Ugh...oh... (gets hit on head by crowbar, then camera zooms out to reveal James, who's doing the beating)
James: Getting bloody tired of you ducking me, man!
(TCHAC!)
Chandler: Oh my Gosh...
(PAF!)
James: Yeah, gettin' bloody really tired. Huh? (continues to hit him with crowbar)
Chandler: Ow! Yeargh!
James: Where's my stuff?! Where's my bloody stuff?!
Chandler: Somewhere in-
(James interrupts by fiercely thrusting the end of crowbar's handle into Chandler's left knee, the latter lets out a high-pitched shriek.)
Chandler: OUCH! Ow...argh...listen, just give me more ti- (now does the same with his right knee, and screams again)
James: Don't make a fool out of me! Don't make a fool out of me! I want my stuff, man! (repeatedly beats him with crowbar)
Chandler: (coughs out a small drop of blood) James, listen, this is crazy, you already-
(Spots the British pulling out his stun gun and about to use it on Lincoln's would-be enemy, but stops once Chandler begs him to stop.)
Chandler: ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, HERE! Here's your stuff! (hands him the bag with stuff he owed)
James: About damn time! Now patch yourself up and leave! (takes bag, throws down a medkit to Chandler, and returns to the arcade)
Chandler: Oh...man...now I know why those 2 gamers were afraid of him... (takes medkit, stands up and leaves the area)
(Lori, who's shocked from seeing such violent moment, is frozen for a bit, then gets into Vanzilla and starts it up.)
Lori: Wow. (to readers) And I literally thought I was the violent one. Guess he makes me look like a sane person.
(And with that, she drives away, and we close our story.)
THE END