Part Fifteen
Buster's Defense for Retardation
"I was getting mad! And scamming on this The
Virgin over her," defended Buster with two of the most blatant
lies anybody who just read the first few parts of this story had
ever heard. Unless telling Lola she is gay is 'scamming'.
"I am telling you, it is the Bard Weed. It
makes you see the wacky," helped Dade.
"Mead. Crap," pouted Buster.
"So, I'll put you down for the Cyclops job and
you'll be on your way," pushed Lola in a way that didn't make
it seem like she was being paid to get them into a cave.
"I have an idea--let's blow this popsicle
stand!" said Rocko pointing to a very gay popsicle stand set up
in the corner.
"Thanks! Bye!" yelled Lola as she ran into
the backroom and disappeared (but not to play Starcraft).
"Boy, The Hero and I will help you,"
assumed Buster drunkenly.
"Now, how many times did I say I didn't want
the Cyclops job?" sixth timed Dade. Or seventh. Something like
that. How does he expect me to keep track when he wasn't either?
"Thanks! I'll show you the way," spurted
Poo Boy.
"Dudes!" calmed Rocko. "We have to
kill the Cyclops first then pillage the kid's farm!"
XVI. Turf Saves the Bay
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