The Bob Duncan Experience

part 11

"this is it, the last hour of our drive" bob announces to everyone.

"in one hour ill be a married man" dan wistfully says.

"are these chapels walk in ready?" pete asks.

"yep" dan nods. pete slyly glances at gordon, who is playing rock paper scissors with bruno. maybe they'll get married after dan and bob.

"we should do one last thing, you know like a last stop before we reach our destination" evan suggests. everyone agrees.

"how about we stop at warm subject?" charlyze asks.

"you mean hot topic?" dan corrects like the little emo shit he is.

"i think that's a great idea" bob nods. they notice a hot topic is 10 minutes away. how convenient.

10 minutes later they pull into the hot topics parking lot.

"lets hustle groupies" gerard says like the little thug shit he is.

they hurry into the store and stop dead in their tracks.

it was so emo.

it was heaven.

"this is fucking amazing" dan breathes like the little emo trash he is. everyone nods in agreement. it was lit.

"woah look at that worker! she's like 93% tattoos!" bruno exclaims.

"woah look at this guys ears!" charlyze exclaims, shoving her finger right through a young mans gages. he turns around and growls at charlyze. she just smiles and rubs the gages.

"woah they have a marilyn manson crop top?!" bob shouts in excitement. he wanted it.

"wow look at these mcr undies" pete dreamily sighs.

"and these fob bras!" evan exclaims. they grab a shit load of emo merch.

"we can't pay for this, gerard can you please start a robbery?" gordon whines. gerard sighs but walks up to the cash nonetheless. it's then he notices that one of the cashiers is none other than that egghead paige.

"bitch how tf did you get here so quickly" gerard exclaims.

"you do what you must to make the money honey" paige shrugs then she continues "are you going to rob us?"

"yep" he responds. paige sighs and looks over at her flat-chested coworker who is reading the bible.

"egghead, grab all the money from the register, flat stanley, put the money back in the cash register to pay for all of stuff" gerard demands.

"that's an odd request but okie dokie sir" the other girl nods cluelessly. gerard proceeds to pull out his gun as a threat.

"neat pickle you got there, is it foreign?" the dumb cashier asks. paige facepalms.

"brianna that's a gun" she corrects.

"like 'bang bang' gun?" brianna asks, making shooting motions with her hands. paige exhales with a nod.

"ratchet" brianna nods, not caring that her life was in danger. what an idiot. the cashiers do as told and gerard shoots paige's arm.

"what the fuck was that for?!" paige shouts in agony.

"do you think i actually know how to use this thing? i use it as an empty threat, sometimes it goes off" gerard shrugs nonchalantly.

"you should probably get some professional medical help" brianna pipes up.

"call 911" paige groans in pain. brianna picks up the phone and stars to dial but she pauses.

"what's the number?" she asks. gerard facepalms at her stupidity.

"911" paige replies impatiently.

"geez no need to be in such a rush" brianna says, missing the fact that paige was gushing blood from her upper arm.

"well this was nice and all, but my friends and i gotta go..." gerard trails off. paige nods and waves goodbye.

"bye, come again soon!" brianna chirps. what a poor, poor dummy.

everyone rushes out the store to the van. they all hop in and bob speeds off before the paramedics arrive so they don't get in legal trouble. we can't let that happen.

"this is the final stretch" dan says in finality. this was it, there was no going back. who knows what would happen after the wedding?

the group of very different misfits jammed out to mattybraps for the final hour of their trip and none of them would've done any different.

in some sick, twisted way, they were a family, and family sticks together. like a stick of butter.

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