-- Num ---- Username ---- Category ------------- Posted -- Expires --- Pages --- | 746 | BMRODGER | CHATTER | 09/18/96 | 10/02/96 | 6 | -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | Description: Ya gotta....siiiiiiiing a little.... | ================================================================================ An Ode to my Friend, CC, and His Exploits at Feast '96. Sung to the tune of "Kiss the Girl" from "The Little Mermaid" All Rights Reserved. -------------- you've been drooling, padded weapon in your hand, your skills are honed and you're 'da man ain't no stopping you this day. and you'll be the boss and then feel like a hoss now when you, win the feast. yes, you've practiced. and now you're here and feeling brave. opponent's only got a glaive, the boy's parents must've been gay. and you'll stomp him down then take home the crown you gonna win da feast. sha la la la la la duck and swing you nicked him on the wing you gonna win the feast (whoa-whoa) you sword is flashing like an iron bar and then you're seeing stars what happened to the feast? [break for dialogue] jc: hmmm....that looked painful. ben: no shit. if he gets up, paolo could be in trouble. jc: think he can run fast? ben: he better be able to. also, you owe me 5 coins. jc: fucker should have moved out of the way. maybe we should yell "duck" next time. *pays up* now you're lying. face into the cooling grass. faggot-boy has kicked your ass, and you're so mad you can't see. you just want to yell as your eye starts to swell because you lost the feast. strong, no longer. feeling like a bitter fool. the paolo-kid took you to school a rematch? wish it could be. but the facts are facts you cannot get it back because you lost the feast. [again for dialogue] jc: you know, he's probably feeling pretty bad right now. ben: ya think? jc: maybe there's something we can do about that. ben: what would you suggest? jc: *takes out his wallet* capitalism does have SOME uses.... my my my my gotta help cc resort to bribery to help him win the feast (whoa whoa) slip a little money there and here perhaps a case of beer to help him win the feast (whoa whoa) keep the secret from him till the night until the stars shine bright and then he wins the feast (whoa whoa) watch the boy put on the magic crown and order us around we helped him win the feast (whoa whoa) and now he's looking like he has some bread with a lump on his head he's king and won the feast (whoa whoa) the boy is happy and, mon, that's a switch cause he's a punk ass bitch but now he's won da feast. yeah he's won da feast. yep he won da feast....*cue paolo nailing him in the other eye* ben: dibs on not taking his ass to the hospital. jc: shit. help me pick him up at least. ------------------------------------ -the judge / *grin* the things that occur to you while walking home....