Chapter XI - The Reason You Shouldn't Write When You Haven't Slept In Three Days.
[She's missing an eye, he won't get to rule the world...and he's trapped like a mouse.... but screw them, I haven't slept in three days!!! I'm not Ok (My chemical Romance)!!]
Back at the Mexican Airport. Darth Ferfer was walking outside the airport pushing a cart containing a one-eyed Erikamisha, who had previously been put to sleep by a chloroform bottle that was given to Ferfer by Doggiegal.
“Argghhh... world domination plans are going to be on stand-by.” Ferfer complained. To his surprise, he spotted an ambulance vehicle. He gave a look to Erikamisha again, not losing sight of the ambulance. “Damn, I don't have her eye. Katie took it”, he remembered.
The ambulance car parked near the International Arrival gates. The paramedics were ready to receive their new patient. Darklord was already being put inside the ambulance. A passerby walked through the scene and puked in the floor after spotting Darklord’s injured body.
“Well, it's now or never...” Ferfer spoke to himself. As fast as he could, he picked up Erikamisha’s body and ran towards the ambulance. He managed to throw Erika inside the ambulance car before the vehicle’s doors shut. “Finally I got rid of that loony bitch”, Ferfer sighed.
The vehicle started to head towards the hospital. Inside the ambulance, one of the doctors seems surprised to find an unconcious one-eyed girl inside their vehicle.
“Martín, ¿como llegó esta niña hasta acá?” The doctor asked. (Martín, how did this girl come up here?)
A clueless Martín replied. “Vaya, Luis... ni enterado.” He looked at the girl again. “Igual, no habría problemas en atenderla.” (Wow, Luis... no clue. Either way, there's no problem for attending her.)
Seeing that the girl wasn’t awake, Luis didn’t hesitate to check Misha's wallet, finding a American Express credit card, a MasterCard and other cards Misha held. Happily, he showed the entire wallet to his partner. “Esto cubrirá ambas operaciones... y también las putas del fin de semana.” He smirked in joy. (This shall cover both operations... and also the hoes for this weekend.)
Martín was pleased by his partner’s words. “Bien pensado.” (Well thought.)
Without any warning, Darklord coughed blood on Martin’s face, only provoking the doctor to yell at the driver. ”Huevón, ¡apúrate o se nos van!” (Asshole, hurry up or they're gone!)
The emergency and Martin’s yelling ensued to the ambulance’s driver to accelerate, knocking down bike drivers and squashing cats, dogs, tarantulas and other kinds of animals on the road.
[Rodri's in search for some Mexican booty to spend the night, but Mewberries151 stumbled upon him. Despite his intentions, I don't care if Mewberries is Just A Girl (No Doubt)... on other news, I still haven't slept in three days!!!]
After three hours of leaving his friends and exploring Jalisco, bloodyhellrodri85 returned to his hotel. After dressing up, he headed towards the beach, which was located a block away from his hotel. Lucky Strike in right hand and mobile in the left, he walked by the beach, spotting and admiring all the hot Mexican chicks. He targeted a random hot girl and all he wanted is just to score with her. As he wondered about if he should or should not be at the party, he thought he could bone the gorgeous chick and then stash some booze from Hiro's party. After evaluating in his mind the possibilities, he chooses to hit on the hot girl. Just when he was approaching her, he got knocked down to the ground by a fast running girl, causing Rodri’s left leg to hit a fire hydrant.
“Mierda... maldita Sea...” (Shit... dammit...) Rodri winced in pain, touching his left leg. Despite this unfortunate event for Rodri, the girl who pushed him stopped to see if he was okay.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you! I feel so bad right now because of this! Will you be okay?” Mewberries worried about the stranger, even forgetting that she could be dealing with a local guy from the city.
Rodri stood up on his feet. “I'll be fine...” Mewberries151 was surprised that the stranger could speak English well. “Who are you running from, anyways?” he asked.
Mewberries confesses her problem to Rodri. “I'm scared. I was about to get arrested by some cops, but then a black suited guy appeared and slaughtered them all, and he was going to kill me too.”
Rodri felt a similar vibe. “Damn... sounds weird. I also had problems with the cops when I arrived here today. I'm lucky that I'm okay after the scenes that prick made.”
“Aww... sorry to hear that. I think cops seem corrupt over here.” Mewberries said.
“Who isn't?” Rodri agreed, provoking Mewberries151 to laugh nervously. Rodri quickly noticed a smile of relief in the frightened girl. “Besides...” he reaches a cigarette for himself, also offering one to Mewberries, but she declined to his offer. “Oh well, you're missing it.” He lights up his cigarette. “Are you available to party tonight?” he asked, while enjoying his cigarette.
The girl thought about his last question. “Maybe... I just feel tired.” She checked her pockets, noticing that she lost her wallet. “Oh, crap. And I'm out of cash now. I'm sorry if I ask you this, but could you please take me to my hotel?” she asked.
Rodri also seemed to forget something, now that he thought about it. Damn, I forgot the condoms at the hotel... okay, first pharmacy I see, and I’m buying another pack, he thought to himself.
“Sure, not a problem at all.” He replied to Mew, hiding his intentions. Minutes later, the couple made a cab stop, directing the driver to take them towards Mewberries151's hotel.
[She's pissed, anxious...and maybe even in her period...but alas I don't care, I still haven't slept in three days!!! Cantinero de mierda, Dame Otro Tequila (Paulina Rubio)]
After ditching Blue Armor Boy and GradeA, AngelBolt was on the search for something she adored... She kept walking from store to store and she stopped at some sort of shovel store. She stood in front of a huge steel shovel. She checked her wallet, and she realized she didn’t have enough money to be able to afford it. However, she decided to get that shovel at any price. Walking up to the hardware department, she walked up to somebody who seemed like an employee.
“Hola... es usted hablar English? (Hello... is you talk)” AngelBolt tried a bit of Spanish.
To AngelBolt’s favor, the guy replied in her language of origin. “Yes, I speak English.”
AngelBolt pointed to the steel shovel she wanted. “Give me that shovel.”
“These shovels are not for sale.” The Employee answered, not pleasing AngelBolt at all.
“Are you trying to shit on me?” she glared at the employee.
The Employee explained to the girl. “These are for exhibition. However, if you want us to make a new shovel for you, it will take 1 month.”
AngelBolt wasn’t satisfied by his words, but she was willing to get a shovel at any price. “Okay... here are…” She grabs her wallet, pulling out “…a thousand dollars. Not your stinking pesos... now please give me those shovels.” She ordered him.
A memory came to the Employee’s head, convincingly enough to get rid of AngelBolt from the store. “I can bring something even better than those shovels. An exclusive shovel made at Japan. Wait for me, okay?” AngelBolt smiled.
The Employee returns with a new shovel. “This thing ain't worth that much… but hey, college is worth it so... here ya go… a Japanese shovel!” He quickly took AngelBolt’s cash, handing her a large and rather heavy shovel, useless for digging or hurting persons with a hit. ”Have fun off at art school!” He added, running away from the store and willing to invest his cash at gambling.
AngelBolt prepared to exit the store, but the security guards were blocking her path.
“Let me pass you big dopes!” She shouted at them, pointing the shovel to their faces.
The mexican guard suggested his partner to have a threesome with AngelBolt. “Esta es gringa... ¿que dices, tu por delante y yo por detrás?” (This is American... what you say? You in front and me from behind?)
His partner wasn’t horny enough for such fantasy. “Nah, no se me antoja.” (Nah, I'm not fancy with it)
Seeing how the threesome idea failed, the guards let her pass by simply moving to the side. “Thank you...you big dopes!” AngelBolt dashed through the guards, running off like a little girl after doing something wrong. Meanwhile, the guards began a chase after a pregnant woman uttering "Virgin sacrifice" under their breaths, a poster on the crystal wall showed them both as suspected Mormons.
AngelBolt started testing the shovel. She saw a 25 year old guy and for apparently no reason, she banged him in the head. It didn't hurt him at all.
“Crudmuffin!” Frustration ran through AngelBolt, realizing she was ripped off by the Employee. “You didn't even bleed!” She added, throwing the shovel down a sewer hole. In anger, she returned to the store and stole the 2 titanium shovels she really wanted.
A guy stared at the treachery. “¡¡Ratera!!” (Thief!!)
The police who were chasing the pregnant woman ignored the dude and kept on chasing the pregnant woman. Although, other 12 cops were surrounding the store, ready to stop AngelBolt.
The cop spoke from his car. “Deje las palas en el suelo y alce las manos...” (Leave the shovels on the ground and raise your hands) One word was enough for him to give an order to his colleagues. “Revísenla” (Check her.)
Following the cop’s orders, three guards approached AngelBolt. As they started searching on her body for drugs and stolen things, one of them takes the opportunity to feel AngelBolt’s breasts. The girl quickly realized the perverted act. “You son of a...” before finishing her sentence, she used the shovel to knock the policemen’s head off.
This surprised the other cops, forcing them to pull out their guns. “Suelta la...” (Drop the...)
Quickly, AngelBolt held up her two shovels, one to hit the second guard's testicles and knocking him to the floor with the other shovel. Immediately, she beat up the third cop by giving him a 5 hit combo with shovels by hitting him first in the stomach, then lifting him up by a hit in the chin, lowering one shovel towards his genitals. To end up the combo, she turned around to smack the defenseless cop in the back and finally strikes a la Tiger Woods the head out from the body. The second guard tried to crawl to his partner’s car, but a severe hit in the neck stopped him from accomplishing it.
Desperation and fear invaded the policemen. “Aléjense de esta loca...“ (Back off from this nutcase...) was the first order from the cop’s boss after the ugly incidents that cost the lives of their partners. Without any hesitation, the guard inside the car used his radio to gain communication with the police department. “Necesitamos refuerzos. (We need back-up.)
[Well....a song intro should be here...but the damn coffee kid forgot my damn Latte....ven aquí mocoso de mierda, Fijate Bien (Juanes) en lo que te digo que para la siguiente te parto tu rechingada madre... what was I saying? Fucking brat... bring me my goddamn coffee, I can't stand being awake for three days!!!]
At a mall, Katie and her new group were walking through the stores, searching for clothes and stuff for that night’s party.
Katie stopped near a department store, her face with a wide grin. “Now this is what I'm talking about. Let's split up and we'll meet at the food court in an hour. Okay, guys?”
Everybody agreed with Katie. So they split in two groups. One group held Katie, Dan&SandwichBoy, Doggiegal, GradeA and Darkborn. And the other group hosted Skysong, Blue Armor Boy, Stonecreek, Your De-Virtualization and JeanGrey.
Katie's group walked through a clothing store, to buy clothes for the party.
“Now we're talking my language.” Katie happily spoke.
GradeA was amused at some female clothing. “Hey, there's Trashy Lingerie over here.” Doggiegal slaps him in the face. “What's wrong with that?” he asked.
Dan&SandwichBoy answered GradeA’s question. “Pervert.”
“Good to know not all guys are jerks like him.” Doggiegal spoke.
GradeA thought it was unfair to receive a slap in the face. “She chose the store... and she's buying Trashy Lingerie.” He explained, pointing at Katie, who was trying out some stuff for tonight.
After an hour, the guys picked up their clothes and they walked their way through the cash register. Several brands of clothes are seen, such as Adidas, Hugo Boss, Calvin Klein, Element, Roxy, Billabong, etc.
Katie arrives to the cash register with a mini skirt, willing to pay for it. “How much is this?”
The Cash register woman points to a letter that says "El horario de atención a aquellas personas nacidos en los Estados Unidos de América se realiza desde las 9:00pm hasta las 11:00pm." (The time attention for those born in the United States of America takes place from 9:00pm until 11:00pm.)
Katie reacted in English, cursing. “Hey, what the fuck?” This time, the woman points her to another letter saying: "No se habla ingles aquí." (We do not talk English here.)
Doggiegal quickly understood the problem, picking out from her backpack a Spanish-English dictionary and tries talking Spanish, guiding herself by the book. “Por favor, queremos comprar ropa. Y nos parece injusto el horario de atención para nosotros.” (Please, we want to buy clothes. And the attention schedule seems unfair for us.)
The woman grabs a phone, which worried Doggiegal. “Por favor, no llame a la policía.” (Please, do not call the police)
Darkborn thought this was totally unfair. “Dammit, we're all Americans...” Realizing what Darkborn said, Doggiegal just remembered from a tv.com thread that GradeA mentioned he was from Africa.
Doggiegal directed her words towards him. “GradeA, come over here.”
Meanwhile, Stonecreek's group is quite tired from the day itself.
“I don't need to shop for clothes. I wanna go back to the hotel, get dressed up, take a few drinks and hit the party.” JeanGrey licked her ice cream. “It's also pool party, right?” She asked.
Blue Armor Boy butted in. “According to the letter I got... yeah, pool party included.”
Your De-Virtualizaton seemed excited about the idea. “Yay!! Woot... naked chicks...”
Blue Armor Boy quickly remembered something. “Damn, I remember that the ex-Tomers got by email pictures of his mansion. It's huge as hell.”
“Got a thong, Jean?” Your De-Virtualization asked. JeanGrey nods her head to her friend’s surprised. “Awesome...” he chimed, getting closer to Jean, but she slaps him. “Hey...” he slightly whined.
“I don't wanna get busy right now.” JeanGrey stated.
Stonecreek was thirsty for alcohol. “Meh... I need some Chivas right now.”
Skysong is considering that her group wanted to head off to a hotel. “But how do we tell Katie we're heading towards the hotel?”
Your De-Virtualization noticed Katie’s group in problems. “Hey, look over there. It seems that they're having problems with the police.”
Stonecreek placed a statement to his own convenience. “If the cops ask us for stuff, I officially do not know them.”
“Runaway time?” Skysong suggested. Without a doubt, Sky and her group headed towards the parking lot.
Stonecreek checked the cars. “We need a good ride.”
Blue Armor Boy jumped towards a man in a suit. With two metal mallets, he bashed off his head. The guy in the suit dies bleeding with his head smashed.
Your De-Virtualization recognizes the car. “A Mercedes Benz.” He gets inside the car. “Hey, the guy had a gun...”
Skysong found a mobile, a taser and the wallet, which contained his ID. “...and he was a detective for the Interpol...”
“...and he was gay.” JeanGrey added holding a dildo with her right hand.
Blue Armor Boy peeled down the mister’s pants. “Let's shove that through his ass.”
Stonecreek objected to the idea. “No time for that. Let's get the fuck out of here.” He snatches the keys. “I’ll drive.”
[He's the honcho of the whole thing and he's just chillin' in the back of his Dragula (Rob Zombie)... would you be laughing your ass off if I tell you that... I still haven't slept in three days?!?!]
As Hiroshi approached the airport, his mobile rings. He picked up the call, the voice revealing the caller to be Agent Whitey.
“Dylan escaped. Dumbass Blackey let him run away.” That gained him a punch in the stomach by Agent Blackey. “Fucker...”
Hiroshi was tired enough to pay attention to his Agents. ”You know... I'm not in the mood to receive jackasses at my party. And if he comes, we'll take him down later. Now I have to pick up my friends at the airport.” He quickly hungs up.
“Señor... ¿más Cuervo?” The driver suggested. (Sir... more Cuervo?)
Hiroshi’s mood changed. “Claro, bato...” (Sure, dude.) He takes two Tequila shots and grabs his mobile.
Meanwhile, at a local Mexican bar, many soccer fans gathered to view the match between Chivas and América on the television screen. A free kick is given to América after Adolfo Bautista punched Cuauhtémoc Blanco in the face, earning a red card which sent him off to the showers.
An América fan was pissed off at Bautista's act. "Ese animal no debería estar en la selección nacional." (That animal shouldn't be in the national squad)
A Chivas fan didn't hesitated to reply to his rival. "Blanco es un cobarde. Se merecía hace tiempo un golpe en la cara." (Blanco's a coward. He deserved a punch in the face a long time ago.)
The drunken fans brawled wih fists, bottles and knives... while Hiroshi's most trusted agent was drinking Coronas like if there was no day after tomorrow.
Reinaldo Navia took the free kick. He kicked the ball and defeats the Chivas goalie, Oscar Sánchez. The score for América was 1-0 and the América fans were in joy.
One América fan got overexcited and grabs Marquez by his shirt, screaming euphorically. "¡¡¡Gooooooooll!!! ¡¡¡Gooooooooll!!!"
Marquez wasn't pleased by this and inmediately harmed the fan smashing a Corona to his head. "Infeliz..." (Bastard) Before he could finish him off, his mobile ringed. "Tienes suerte de vivir" (You're lucky to live). He walked outside the bar to answer the incoming call.
Hiro called his name. "Marquez?"
He replied. "Yes, sir?"
"Is the house all ready for tonight?"
"Certainly. The condom truck arrived an hour ago. DJ's arrived, so as the barman staff, and literally everything you asked for is at the house."
Hiroshi grinned. "Awesome. Now, what happened to the bathtub hobo?"
Marquez came up with an obvious answer. "Drunk off his head, as always."
"Okay, I trust you. Gotta pick the Tomers." Both hung up their mobiles.
[Stan (Eminem feat. Dido) commited suicide because he got ignored by Eminem. Well, I don't care if Enki commits suicide because of not meeting the Voice Actors, I still haven't slept in three days!!!]
Back at the Mexican Airport... Jodi still waited for her friends to show up. Just when she finished her third Tequila shot at the airport’s bar, Matthew Geczy and Barbara Weber-Scaff appeared. She ran to them and hugged them.
“You guys took so long... I've been waiting like forever!” Jodi said.
Matthew Géczy wasn’t in the same mood as Jodi. “We're tired after the plane travel. It sucked that we all got different plane tickets.”
Barbara Weber-Scaff added. “The others went on a third plane. Matt and I got here by Iberia, Jodi by Lufthansa and the others will arrive by American Airlines. Definitely strange.”
Jodi agreed with her friend. “Indeed.” To cheer them up, she decides to invite them something. “Now do you guys want to drink a cocktail? I'm inviting.”
Not that far away from the Voice Actors, Enki was spotting them taking drinks. A memory came to his mind. The private message he wrote to Jodi that she never replied.
From: Enki
To: bambi
Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 6:34 am
Subject: Hit me back, Jodi.
Dear Jodi, I wrote but you still ain't replied.
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back at LF, you must not-a got them
There probably was a problem with the forum or something
Sometimes I shout out messages too sloppy when I jot them
But anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Girl, how's your mother?
My mother's pregnant too; I'm bout to have a brother
If I have a brother, guess what I'ma call him?
I’m a name him Odd.
I read about your Uncle Forrest too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Matt
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures gal
I like the shit you did with Sharon too, that shit was fly
Anyways, I hope you get this gal, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Frank
After remembering that she didn't even read it, Enki dropped a tear. “This time, I'll have a word with them.” A stranger stumbled upon him, Enki ignored him first, until he realized that his backpack got stolen.
“¡Delincuente!” (Delinquent!) Enki yelled, running towards the thief.
Jodi Forrest didn’t ignore the yelling. “What was that?”
Barbara Weber-Scaff hadn’t paid attention to it. “I don’t mind. It happens. Let's head to the hotel.”
Matthew Géczy spoke from his mind. “Sauna, party by the beach... I'm sure at Hiroshi's party, it will be a matter of sex appeal.”
[Finally.... sleep time... time to travel the 7 seas... time to... do... things on... dreamworld... yea.... have sum Sweet Dreams (Eurythmics) I know I will...]
Darth Ferfer was hungry, but not with enough cash to find a hotel... on his way back to the airport, he found himself with HvonM and Odd-Like-Me.
HvonM salutes him. “Hello. Are you from TvTome?”
Darth Ferfer replies. “I used to belong there. Now Lyoko Freak's the place to be.”
HvonM grinned a bit and asked. “Great. You know if Hiroshi Yamabuki has arrived?”
Darth Ferfer remembered something from the letter with the plane ticket. “Yeah... he hasn't picked us up yet.”
Odd-Like-Me interrupted, not in a pleasant mood. “We just arrived half an hour ago. Turbulence gave us some problems on the first flight from Dublin to the States. When we arrived to New York, they reported that some underage terrorists with a wrench and a mallet attacked some cops. But after the tourists begged to the FBI for traveling to Mexico, we got our way here.” He looks at his Umbro watch. “We should have been here three bloody hours ago.”
“Interesting. I just got rid of Erikamisha by tossing her into an ambulance car.” DarthFerfer mentioned proudly.
HvonM found it strange. “What happened?” Ferfer told them about how Misha lost her eye and also that he saw Darklord stuck half body into a big mousetrap. HvonM reacted, cursing. “Shit, that's fucked up.”
“Poor girl. Heh, and I was complaining about TB3 stomping on my nuts.” Odd-Like-Me added, making Ferfer cracks up. “It was fucked up too, moron.” He reminded.
Darth Ferfer stopped laughing. “Sure. And let's go back to the airport. I've left my stuff there. And if we find other people, then that would be great.”
The three guys returned inside the airport. On their way, they found JoeDaHobo staring at Linii-chan, who was asleep.
“Payback!!” The Hobo yelled. He pulled out Linii's wrench in the air, but Erynn stopped him from smacking Linii's head. “Let her sleep, you dumbass.” After listening to Erynn, he backed off to buy Sprite.
“Hey Ferfer, what’s up?” Star Way noticed DarthFerfer with two guys. He replied. “Good.”
“Ready for the party?” HvonM asked.
The question seemed pathetic to x1. “Hmm… yeah.”
“How long has she been sleeping?” Odd-Like-Me asked, noticing that Linii-chan wasn’t awake.
Yizzy hugged x1 by the waist, replying to the Irish in a concerned tone. “It's been more than one hour.”
Trillinka and Jaleigh arrived to the group. The first girl saluted the group. “Hi guys!” They got hugged by the group.
x1 takes a seat next to Linii. “I wonder what's on Linii's mind...”
Back at the Mexican Airport. Darth Ferfer was walking outside the airport pushing a cart containing a one-eyed Erikamisha, who had previously been put to sleep by a chloroform bottle that was given to Ferfer by Doggiegal.
“Argghhh... world domination plans are going to be on stand-by.” Ferfer complained. To his surprise, he spotted an ambulance vehicle. He gave a look to Erikamisha again, not losing sight of the ambulance. “Damn, I don't have her eye. Katie took it”, he remembered.
The ambulance car parked near the International Arrival gates. The paramedics were ready to receive their new patient. Darklord was already being put inside the ambulance. A passerby walked through the scene and puked in the floor after spotting Darklord’s injured body.
“Well, it's now or never...” Ferfer spoke to himself. As fast as he could, he picked up Erikamisha’s body and ran towards the ambulance. He managed to throw Erika inside the ambulance car before the vehicle’s doors shut. “Finally I got rid of that loony bitch”, Ferfer sighed.
The vehicle started to head towards the hospital. Inside the ambulance, one of the doctors seems surprised to find an unconcious one-eyed girl inside their vehicle.
“Martín, ¿como llegó esta niña hasta acá?” The doctor asked. (Martín, how did this girl come up here?)
A clueless Martín replied. “Vaya, Luis... ni enterado.” He looked at the girl again. “Igual, no habría problemas en atenderla.” (Wow, Luis... no clue. Either way, there's no problem for attending her.)
Seeing that the girl wasn’t awake, Luis didn’t hesitate to check Misha's wallet, finding a American Express credit card, a MasterCard and other cards Misha held. Happily, he showed the entire wallet to his partner. “Esto cubrirá ambas operaciones... y también las putas del fin de semana.” He smirked in joy. (This shall cover both operations... and also the hoes for this weekend.)
Martín was pleased by his partner’s words. “Bien pensado.” (Well thought.)
Without any warning, Darklord coughed blood on Martin’s face, only provoking the doctor to yell at the driver. ”Huevón, ¡apúrate o se nos van!” (Asshole, hurry up or they're gone!)
The emergency and Martin’s yelling ensued to the ambulance’s driver to accelerate, knocking down bike drivers and squashing cats, dogs, tarantulas and other kinds of animals on the road.
[Rodri's in search for some Mexican booty to spend the night, but Mewberries151 stumbled upon him. Despite his intentions, I don't care if Mewberries is Just A Girl (No Doubt)... on other news, I still haven't slept in three days!!!]
After three hours of leaving his friends and exploring Jalisco, bloodyhellrodri85 returned to his hotel. After dressing up, he headed towards the beach, which was located a block away from his hotel. Lucky Strike in right hand and mobile in the left, he walked by the beach, spotting and admiring all the hot Mexican chicks. He targeted a random hot girl and all he wanted is just to score with her. As he wondered about if he should or should not be at the party, he thought he could bone the gorgeous chick and then stash some booze from Hiro's party. After evaluating in his mind the possibilities, he chooses to hit on the hot girl. Just when he was approaching her, he got knocked down to the ground by a fast running girl, causing Rodri’s left leg to hit a fire hydrant.
“Mierda... maldita Sea...” (Shit... dammit...) Rodri winced in pain, touching his left leg. Despite this unfortunate event for Rodri, the girl who pushed him stopped to see if he was okay.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you! I feel so bad right now because of this! Will you be okay?” Mewberries worried about the stranger, even forgetting that she could be dealing with a local guy from the city.
Rodri stood up on his feet. “I'll be fine...” Mewberries151 was surprised that the stranger could speak English well. “Who are you running from, anyways?” he asked.
Mewberries confesses her problem to Rodri. “I'm scared. I was about to get arrested by some cops, but then a black suited guy appeared and slaughtered them all, and he was going to kill me too.”
Rodri felt a similar vibe. “Damn... sounds weird. I also had problems with the cops when I arrived here today. I'm lucky that I'm okay after the scenes that prick made.”
“Aww... sorry to hear that. I think cops seem corrupt over here.” Mewberries said.
“Who isn't?” Rodri agreed, provoking Mewberries151 to laugh nervously. Rodri quickly noticed a smile of relief in the frightened girl. “Besides...” he reaches a cigarette for himself, also offering one to Mewberries, but she declined to his offer. “Oh well, you're missing it.” He lights up his cigarette. “Are you available to party tonight?” he asked, while enjoying his cigarette.
The girl thought about his last question. “Maybe... I just feel tired.” She checked her pockets, noticing that she lost her wallet. “Oh, crap. And I'm out of cash now. I'm sorry if I ask you this, but could you please take me to my hotel?” she asked.
Rodri also seemed to forget something, now that he thought about it. Damn, I forgot the condoms at the hotel... okay, first pharmacy I see, and I’m buying another pack, he thought to himself.
“Sure, not a problem at all.” He replied to Mew, hiding his intentions. Minutes later, the couple made a cab stop, directing the driver to take them towards Mewberries151's hotel.
[She's pissed, anxious...and maybe even in her period...but alas I don't care, I still haven't slept in three days!!! Cantinero de mierda, Dame Otro Tequila (Paulina Rubio)]
After ditching Blue Armor Boy and GradeA, AngelBolt was on the search for something she adored... She kept walking from store to store and she stopped at some sort of shovel store. She stood in front of a huge steel shovel. She checked her wallet, and she realized she didn’t have enough money to be able to afford it. However, she decided to get that shovel at any price. Walking up to the hardware department, she walked up to somebody who seemed like an employee.
“Hola... es usted hablar English? (Hello... is you talk)” AngelBolt tried a bit of Spanish.
To AngelBolt’s favor, the guy replied in her language of origin. “Yes, I speak English.”
AngelBolt pointed to the steel shovel she wanted. “Give me that shovel.”
“These shovels are not for sale.” The Employee answered, not pleasing AngelBolt at all.
“Are you trying to shit on me?” she glared at the employee.
The Employee explained to the girl. “These are for exhibition. However, if you want us to make a new shovel for you, it will take 1 month.”
AngelBolt wasn’t satisfied by his words, but she was willing to get a shovel at any price. “Okay... here are…” She grabs her wallet, pulling out “…a thousand dollars. Not your stinking pesos... now please give me those shovels.” She ordered him.
A memory came to the Employee’s head, convincingly enough to get rid of AngelBolt from the store. “I can bring something even better than those shovels. An exclusive shovel made at Japan. Wait for me, okay?” AngelBolt smiled.
The Employee returns with a new shovel. “This thing ain't worth that much… but hey, college is worth it so... here ya go… a Japanese shovel!” He quickly took AngelBolt’s cash, handing her a large and rather heavy shovel, useless for digging or hurting persons with a hit. ”Have fun off at art school!” He added, running away from the store and willing to invest his cash at gambling.
AngelBolt prepared to exit the store, but the security guards were blocking her path.
“Let me pass you big dopes!” She shouted at them, pointing the shovel to their faces.
The mexican guard suggested his partner to have a threesome with AngelBolt. “Esta es gringa... ¿que dices, tu por delante y yo por detrás?” (This is American... what you say? You in front and me from behind?)
His partner wasn’t horny enough for such fantasy. “Nah, no se me antoja.” (Nah, I'm not fancy with it)
Seeing how the threesome idea failed, the guards let her pass by simply moving to the side. “Thank you...you big dopes!” AngelBolt dashed through the guards, running off like a little girl after doing something wrong. Meanwhile, the guards began a chase after a pregnant woman uttering "Virgin sacrifice" under their breaths, a poster on the crystal wall showed them both as suspected Mormons.
AngelBolt started testing the shovel. She saw a 25 year old guy and for apparently no reason, she banged him in the head. It didn't hurt him at all.
“Crudmuffin!” Frustration ran through AngelBolt, realizing she was ripped off by the Employee. “You didn't even bleed!” She added, throwing the shovel down a sewer hole. In anger, she returned to the store and stole the 2 titanium shovels she really wanted.
A guy stared at the treachery. “¡¡Ratera!!” (Thief!!)
The police who were chasing the pregnant woman ignored the dude and kept on chasing the pregnant woman. Although, other 12 cops were surrounding the store, ready to stop AngelBolt.
The cop spoke from his car. “Deje las palas en el suelo y alce las manos...” (Leave the shovels on the ground and raise your hands) One word was enough for him to give an order to his colleagues. “Revísenla” (Check her.)
Following the cop’s orders, three guards approached AngelBolt. As they started searching on her body for drugs and stolen things, one of them takes the opportunity to feel AngelBolt’s breasts. The girl quickly realized the perverted act. “You son of a...” before finishing her sentence, she used the shovel to knock the policemen’s head off.
This surprised the other cops, forcing them to pull out their guns. “Suelta la...” (Drop the...)
Quickly, AngelBolt held up her two shovels, one to hit the second guard's testicles and knocking him to the floor with the other shovel. Immediately, she beat up the third cop by giving him a 5 hit combo with shovels by hitting him first in the stomach, then lifting him up by a hit in the chin, lowering one shovel towards his genitals. To end up the combo, she turned around to smack the defenseless cop in the back and finally strikes a la Tiger Woods the head out from the body. The second guard tried to crawl to his partner’s car, but a severe hit in the neck stopped him from accomplishing it.
Desperation and fear invaded the policemen. “Aléjense de esta loca...“ (Back off from this nutcase...) was the first order from the cop’s boss after the ugly incidents that cost the lives of their partners. Without any hesitation, the guard inside the car used his radio to gain communication with the police department. “Necesitamos refuerzos. (We need back-up.)
[Well....a song intro should be here...but the damn coffee kid forgot my damn Latte....ven aquí mocoso de mierda, Fijate Bien (Juanes) en lo que te digo que para la siguiente te parto tu rechingada madre... what was I saying? Fucking brat... bring me my goddamn coffee, I can't stand being awake for three days!!!]
At a mall, Katie and her new group were walking through the stores, searching for clothes and stuff for that night’s party.
Katie stopped near a department store, her face with a wide grin. “Now this is what I'm talking about. Let's split up and we'll meet at the food court in an hour. Okay, guys?”
Everybody agreed with Katie. So they split in two groups. One group held Katie, Dan&SandwichBoy, Doggiegal, GradeA and Darkborn. And the other group hosted Skysong, Blue Armor Boy, Stonecreek, Your De-Virtualization and JeanGrey.
Katie's group walked through a clothing store, to buy clothes for the party.
“Now we're talking my language.” Katie happily spoke.
GradeA was amused at some female clothing. “Hey, there's Trashy Lingerie over here.” Doggiegal slaps him in the face. “What's wrong with that?” he asked.
Dan&SandwichBoy answered GradeA’s question. “Pervert.”
“Good to know not all guys are jerks like him.” Doggiegal spoke.
GradeA thought it was unfair to receive a slap in the face. “She chose the store... and she's buying Trashy Lingerie.” He explained, pointing at Katie, who was trying out some stuff for tonight.
After an hour, the guys picked up their clothes and they walked their way through the cash register. Several brands of clothes are seen, such as Adidas, Hugo Boss, Calvin Klein, Element, Roxy, Billabong, etc.
Katie arrives to the cash register with a mini skirt, willing to pay for it. “How much is this?”
The Cash register woman points to a letter that says "El horario de atención a aquellas personas nacidos en los Estados Unidos de América se realiza desde las 9:00pm hasta las 11:00pm." (The time attention for those born in the United States of America takes place from 9:00pm until 11:00pm.)
Katie reacted in English, cursing. “Hey, what the fuck?” This time, the woman points her to another letter saying: "No se habla ingles aquí." (We do not talk English here.)
Doggiegal quickly understood the problem, picking out from her backpack a Spanish-English dictionary and tries talking Spanish, guiding herself by the book. “Por favor, queremos comprar ropa. Y nos parece injusto el horario de atención para nosotros.” (Please, we want to buy clothes. And the attention schedule seems unfair for us.)
The woman grabs a phone, which worried Doggiegal. “Por favor, no llame a la policía.” (Please, do not call the police)
Darkborn thought this was totally unfair. “Dammit, we're all Americans...” Realizing what Darkborn said, Doggiegal just remembered from a tv.com thread that GradeA mentioned he was from Africa.
Doggiegal directed her words towards him. “GradeA, come over here.”
Meanwhile, Stonecreek's group is quite tired from the day itself.
“I don't need to shop for clothes. I wanna go back to the hotel, get dressed up, take a few drinks and hit the party.” JeanGrey licked her ice cream. “It's also pool party, right?” She asked.
Blue Armor Boy butted in. “According to the letter I got... yeah, pool party included.”
Your De-Virtualizaton seemed excited about the idea. “Yay!! Woot... naked chicks...”
Blue Armor Boy quickly remembered something. “Damn, I remember that the ex-Tomers got by email pictures of his mansion. It's huge as hell.”
“Got a thong, Jean?” Your De-Virtualization asked. JeanGrey nods her head to her friend’s surprised. “Awesome...” he chimed, getting closer to Jean, but she slaps him. “Hey...” he slightly whined.
“I don't wanna get busy right now.” JeanGrey stated.
Stonecreek was thirsty for alcohol. “Meh... I need some Chivas right now.”
Skysong is considering that her group wanted to head off to a hotel. “But how do we tell Katie we're heading towards the hotel?”
Your De-Virtualization noticed Katie’s group in problems. “Hey, look over there. It seems that they're having problems with the police.”
Stonecreek placed a statement to his own convenience. “If the cops ask us for stuff, I officially do not know them.”
“Runaway time?” Skysong suggested. Without a doubt, Sky and her group headed towards the parking lot.
Stonecreek checked the cars. “We need a good ride.”
Blue Armor Boy jumped towards a man in a suit. With two metal mallets, he bashed off his head. The guy in the suit dies bleeding with his head smashed.
Your De-Virtualization recognizes the car. “A Mercedes Benz.” He gets inside the car. “Hey, the guy had a gun...”
Skysong found a mobile, a taser and the wallet, which contained his ID. “...and he was a detective for the Interpol...”
“...and he was gay.” JeanGrey added holding a dildo with her right hand.
Blue Armor Boy peeled down the mister’s pants. “Let's shove that through his ass.”
Stonecreek objected to the idea. “No time for that. Let's get the fuck out of here.” He snatches the keys. “I’ll drive.”
[He's the honcho of the whole thing and he's just chillin' in the back of his Dragula (Rob Zombie)... would you be laughing your ass off if I tell you that... I still haven't slept in three days?!?!]
As Hiroshi approached the airport, his mobile rings. He picked up the call, the voice revealing the caller to be Agent Whitey.
“Dylan escaped. Dumbass Blackey let him run away.” That gained him a punch in the stomach by Agent Blackey. “Fucker...”
Hiroshi was tired enough to pay attention to his Agents. ”You know... I'm not in the mood to receive jackasses at my party. And if he comes, we'll take him down later. Now I have to pick up my friends at the airport.” He quickly hungs up.
“Señor... ¿más Cuervo?” The driver suggested. (Sir... more Cuervo?)
Hiroshi’s mood changed. “Claro, bato...” (Sure, dude.) He takes two Tequila shots and grabs his mobile.
Meanwhile, at a local Mexican bar, many soccer fans gathered to view the match between Chivas and América on the television screen. A free kick is given to América after Adolfo Bautista punched Cuauhtémoc Blanco in the face, earning a red card which sent him off to the showers.
An América fan was pissed off at Bautista's act. "Ese animal no debería estar en la selección nacional." (That animal shouldn't be in the national squad)
A Chivas fan didn't hesitated to reply to his rival. "Blanco es un cobarde. Se merecía hace tiempo un golpe en la cara." (Blanco's a coward. He deserved a punch in the face a long time ago.)
The drunken fans brawled wih fists, bottles and knives... while Hiroshi's most trusted agent was drinking Coronas like if there was no day after tomorrow.
Reinaldo Navia took the free kick. He kicked the ball and defeats the Chivas goalie, Oscar Sánchez. The score for América was 1-0 and the América fans were in joy.
One América fan got overexcited and grabs Marquez by his shirt, screaming euphorically. "¡¡¡Gooooooooll!!! ¡¡¡Gooooooooll!!!"
Marquez wasn't pleased by this and inmediately harmed the fan smashing a Corona to his head. "Infeliz..." (Bastard) Before he could finish him off, his mobile ringed. "Tienes suerte de vivir" (You're lucky to live). He walked outside the bar to answer the incoming call.
Hiro called his name. "Marquez?"
He replied. "Yes, sir?"
"Is the house all ready for tonight?"
"Certainly. The condom truck arrived an hour ago. DJ's arrived, so as the barman staff, and literally everything you asked for is at the house."
Hiroshi grinned. "Awesome. Now, what happened to the bathtub hobo?"
Marquez came up with an obvious answer. "Drunk off his head, as always."
"Okay, I trust you. Gotta pick the Tomers." Both hung up their mobiles.
[Stan (Eminem feat. Dido) commited suicide because he got ignored by Eminem. Well, I don't care if Enki commits suicide because of not meeting the Voice Actors, I still haven't slept in three days!!!]
Back at the Mexican Airport... Jodi still waited for her friends to show up. Just when she finished her third Tequila shot at the airport’s bar, Matthew Geczy and Barbara Weber-Scaff appeared. She ran to them and hugged them.
“You guys took so long... I've been waiting like forever!” Jodi said.
Matthew Géczy wasn’t in the same mood as Jodi. “We're tired after the plane travel. It sucked that we all got different plane tickets.”
Barbara Weber-Scaff added. “The others went on a third plane. Matt and I got here by Iberia, Jodi by Lufthansa and the others will arrive by American Airlines. Definitely strange.”
Jodi agreed with her friend. “Indeed.” To cheer them up, she decides to invite them something. “Now do you guys want to drink a cocktail? I'm inviting.”
Not that far away from the Voice Actors, Enki was spotting them taking drinks. A memory came to his mind. The private message he wrote to Jodi that she never replied.
From: Enki
To: bambi
Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 6:34 am
Subject: Hit me back, Jodi.
Dear Jodi, I wrote but you still ain't replied.
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back at LF, you must not-a got them
There probably was a problem with the forum or something
Sometimes I shout out messages too sloppy when I jot them
But anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Girl, how's your mother?
My mother's pregnant too; I'm bout to have a brother
If I have a brother, guess what I'ma call him?
I’m a name him Odd.
I read about your Uncle Forrest too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Matt
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures gal
I like the shit you did with Sharon too, that shit was fly
Anyways, I hope you get this gal, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Frank
After remembering that she didn't even read it, Enki dropped a tear. “This time, I'll have a word with them.” A stranger stumbled upon him, Enki ignored him first, until he realized that his backpack got stolen.
“¡Delincuente!” (Delinquent!) Enki yelled, running towards the thief.
Jodi Forrest didn’t ignore the yelling. “What was that?”
Barbara Weber-Scaff hadn’t paid attention to it. “I don’t mind. It happens. Let's head to the hotel.”
Matthew Géczy spoke from his mind. “Sauna, party by the beach... I'm sure at Hiroshi's party, it will be a matter of sex appeal.”
[Finally.... sleep time... time to travel the 7 seas... time to... do... things on... dreamworld... yea.... have sum Sweet Dreams (Eurythmics) I know I will...]
Darth Ferfer was hungry, but not with enough cash to find a hotel... on his way back to the airport, he found himself with HvonM and Odd-Like-Me.
HvonM salutes him. “Hello. Are you from TvTome?”
Darth Ferfer replies. “I used to belong there. Now Lyoko Freak's the place to be.”
HvonM grinned a bit and asked. “Great. You know if Hiroshi Yamabuki has arrived?”
Darth Ferfer remembered something from the letter with the plane ticket. “Yeah... he hasn't picked us up yet.”
Odd-Like-Me interrupted, not in a pleasant mood. “We just arrived half an hour ago. Turbulence gave us some problems on the first flight from Dublin to the States. When we arrived to New York, they reported that some underage terrorists with a wrench and a mallet attacked some cops. But after the tourists begged to the FBI for traveling to Mexico, we got our way here.” He looks at his Umbro watch. “We should have been here three bloody hours ago.”
“Interesting. I just got rid of Erikamisha by tossing her into an ambulance car.” DarthFerfer mentioned proudly.
HvonM found it strange. “What happened?” Ferfer told them about how Misha lost her eye and also that he saw Darklord stuck half body into a big mousetrap. HvonM reacted, cursing. “Shit, that's fucked up.”
“Poor girl. Heh, and I was complaining about TB3 stomping on my nuts.” Odd-Like-Me added, making Ferfer cracks up. “It was fucked up too, moron.” He reminded.
Darth Ferfer stopped laughing. “Sure. And let's go back to the airport. I've left my stuff there. And if we find other people, then that would be great.”
The three guys returned inside the airport. On their way, they found JoeDaHobo staring at Linii-chan, who was asleep.
“Payback!!” The Hobo yelled. He pulled out Linii's wrench in the air, but Erynn stopped him from smacking Linii's head. “Let her sleep, you dumbass.” After listening to Erynn, he backed off to buy Sprite.
“Hey Ferfer, what’s up?” Star Way noticed DarthFerfer with two guys. He replied. “Good.”
“Ready for the party?” HvonM asked.
The question seemed pathetic to x1. “Hmm… yeah.”
“How long has she been sleeping?” Odd-Like-Me asked, noticing that Linii-chan wasn’t awake.
Yizzy hugged x1 by the waist, replying to the Irish in a concerned tone. “It's been more than one hour.”
Trillinka and Jaleigh arrived to the group. The first girl saluted the group. “Hi guys!” They got hugged by the group.
x1 takes a seat next to Linii. “I wonder what's on Linii's mind...”