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Date Posted: 00:03:52 12/06/99 Mon
Author: Dude Dammage
Subject: Grim Reaper........

(ooc: Sorry it's been a while since my last RP, massive writer's block)

As the scene opens, you see a white cadillac convertible cruising down the street in the middle of the afternoon. Inside, Dude Dammage is talking on his cel phone and sitting next to him is a beautiful brunette who is apparently taking notes in a notebook.

DD, on the phone: Okay, okay, so The Dude is takin' on WHO on Friday? WHAT!?! THE GRIM REAPER!?! First off, the Reaper is not human, the word on The Dude's block is that it's a big monkey pretendin' to be a wrestler. (pause) Yeah, The Dude knows that the Reaper is with the LOD, who cares? (pause) Listen, this punk picked a bad day to rumble with The Dude, okay? For one, The Dude's gettin' some wisdom teeth pulled, and two, The Dude's gonna be awfully pissed when the painkillers wear off and He's gonna take that frustration out on the Grape Ape. (pause) Alright, later, T. Yeah, Wrap that 'round a f*&kin' tree, bye. (flips the phone into the backseat)

Girl: What was that about, Dude?

DD: Well, Tiff, you needn't concern yourself with Society business, just worry about what The Dude's gonna do to that freak The Grim Reaper on Friday night.

Tiff: Isn't he that monster that has the "touch of death" as a finisher? You could very well get killed.

DD: Sh--, "touch of death", the more deadly move between the two of us is the "touch of Dude", in other words MAXIMUM DAMMAGE. The only touch of death that could concievably kill The Dude if he were to strap The Dude down in a chair and have Garth Brooks serenade Him.

Tiff: But I like Garth Bro...

DD: EEHHHH! The Dude doesn't want to hear blasphemy in the Dammage-cruiser. By the way, what are you writing in that notebook?

Tiff: Oh, just some pie recipies. I know how much you like pie.

DD, taking the notebook: Let's see what you've got here....Well, there's your first mistake right here. You've got "crust" written down. The Dude don't like crust on His pie, just the warm fillin', If you get The Dude's drift.

Tiff: OH MY!

The scene ends with Dammage pulling over towards the front door of a hotel.

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