Just før Fun

Chapter 3

Hanged by the Balls

Matt: "Where we hittin' next T?"

Gerald: "How about that amusement park I was telling you guys about?"

Tøny: "I told you once, I'll say it again, it's a dumb idea and we're not doing it."

Gerald: "Hey! Why you always gotta be like that? I got ideas too! I can think too! I'm always helping you guys, and you never even listen to me in return! Well I'm sick of it! If you don't wanna hit the carnival with me, fine! I'll do it by myself."

Tøny: "Your fat ass'd be caught in two seconds!"

Gerald: "I'm not fat! Just a little overweight."

Tøny: "If you don't stop your bitchin' right now! I'm gonna FUCKING rip your guts out! And smear 'em all over these walls! So shut, the fuck, UP!"

Gerald: "Oh yeah? Well I'm gonna... I'm gonna! I'm not gonna take this humiliation anymore! I'm out of here!"

Tøny: "Your fat ass ain't goin' nowhere! We can't risk everything for your dumbass!"

Danny: "Hey cut him some slack man. He's right. You never listen to him. If he wants to choose where we hit next, he has the right to do so. I mean, how long has he been running with us? And we never gave him a chance to have any control over our plans. Not once! If he thinks we should hit the amusement park next, then I say we let him."

Tøny: "Since when did you start calling the shots? Fucktard!"

Danny: "Seriously man? Look at him. He's been cutting himself at nights. He's depressed."

Tøny rolled his eyes and looked at Matt.
Matt nodded.
Tøny sighed.

Tøny: "Arrrgh! Alright! Let's go hunt ourselves some children then. But this is the one and only time, that you get to choose the plan! Capiche?"

Gerald: "Alright boss. Thanks boss."

Tøny: "Whatever."
The crew start getting dressed.
Tøny put on his black jeans with a keychain attached to its right.
Then his black overcoat with its upright collars over his black shirt and closed the buttons.
And then he put on his black leather shoes, black leather gloves, and finally, his black tiger mask that had haunting dark red eyes with a huge scar on the left side of its face.

Matt: "You really like the color black don't ya?"

Tøny: "Of course. It's my favorite color. With a little bit of blood red splattered on it of course. Hehehe."

Matt: "Can't argue with that."

Matt changed into his blue jeans with torn knees, his purple jacket which also had upright collars, over a T-shirt he was already wearing that had whacky skulls printed on it, and his fingerless dark blue gloves.
He pulled his grandpa's war tags out from under his shirt to hang over it.
He then wrapped his bandanna which had a sketch of the bones of a right hand flipping off printed on it, around his face.

Matt: "I'm ready. Where's that fatty? What's taking him so long?"

Tøny: "Probably having trouble pulling his pants up his fat ass. Wasn't your hair color green just yesterday?"

Matt: "Yeah, and now it's blue. So?"

Tøny: "Your spirit animal would tots be a chameleon."

Matt: "And yours would be a gadfly deep stuck in turd. Since when did you believe in spirits anyway? Mr. skeptic atheist, there's no more to life than physics, fuck all that bullshit."

Tøny: "Since we crucified that nun bitch in the church. I've started believing in hoeliness."

Matt: "Ah, hahahahahahaha!"