September 28, 2005
Week 22 - The Quest 2
Episode 3
Packed Heat: Dude! I've been playing for twelve hours straight!
Entrail Lad: Is it awesome?
Packed Heat: Oh man... You gotta get this, you gotta load it, you gotta play it!
Entrail Lad: No lettuce... Not yet.
Packed Heat: When's payday?
Entrail Lad: Tomorrow. I should be finished with this filing crap for my dad by then.
Packed Heat: Man, you lucky little f--k! You're hanging in the NYC!
Entrail Lad: Big shit. My dad locks me in this stupid office and keeps throwing papers filled with numbers at me! When we go out, he won't let me two feet away from him.
Packed Heat: Weak. I'd be like, later pops, I'm gonna find me some of them big city babes, dawg!
Entrail Lad: F--k all that. What about Death Zone 3? Is the plasma cannon as cool as they say?
Packed Heat: Oh man, the cannon is sweet! Blows away the rocket launcher.
Entrail Lad: And the perimeter gun?
Packed Heat: As advertised. Sets off a circle of energy around you that spreads and takes, like, twenty seconds to dissipate. Anyone steps into it, they get fried like you were Colonel Sanders and they're a f--king chicken finger.
Entrail Lad: Man, I gotta get this game!
Packed Heat: Don't take too long, dude. The clan's reforming next week. You want in, you log in. You don't upgrade, you're out.
Entrail Lad: I'll be in. Shuffle a few more papers and the man'll hand me the cash.
Packed Heat: I hope so. Fraggin's
not the same without you, bitch!