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Ever since losing ADR!Squinkie to Australia, poor Ricardo's been lonely. The more time passes, the worse it seems to get for the poor ring announcer.
Even the others have begun to notice.
Miz: Hey, what's going on with Rodriguez?
Heath: *sigh* He's missin' ADR.
Miz: ... Oh.
Heath does his best to help by spending more time with Ricardo, but there's only so much a guy can do while stuck on a bookcase shelf. Thankfully one day he overhears a rumor and begins to prepare.
Upon borrowing one of Dah's many hairties, Heath blindfolds Ricardo and waits. Sure enough, another mysterious box appears!
Heath accompanies Ricardo, dragging Wade along for the surprise.
Ricardo: Is... this...?
Now free of the blindfold, Ricardo realizes that it is another box and his reluctant hope from the month prior returns.
Heath: Here ya go, I'll take your mic and you take the blade. You'll need your hands free for this.
Ricardo: *fumbles with the blade anxiously*
Wade: Slater with a mic... where are those earplugs Dah is constantly talking about?
Heath: Aw shuddap
As soon as Ricardo opens the box, his hopes are finally realized.
Ricardo: El Patron! T.T
Wade: You didn't react like that when you saw me, Slater.
Heath: *eyeroll*
Wade: ... *huffs* I wasn't shipped with any paper... Must have thought it'd be too complicated for you to sort out, Slater.
Heath: Dammit. I still have the mic, y'know.
Wade: *quiets*
Ricardo insists on handling this alone so Wade and Heath step back and let him at it, staying nearby in case he does need some sort of help.
Upon removing the box, Ricardo finds that someone's attached Rey Mysterio the chihuahua to ADR by way of a thin strip of plastic, which means that the blade is necessary again.
Relieved to be free of all of that, the chihuahua leaps out to greet Ricardo.
But Ricardo still needs his hands free to get ADR out of the rest of the plastic, and so dog-sitting duties go to Wade.
Ricardo: El Patron!
ADR: Nghh... where am I? Ricardo? Why does Slater have a mic? What's going on?
Ricardo: It's ok, this is Dah's bedroom. Our new home, El Patron.
ADR: ... Dah?
Wade: A fangirl.
ADR: ... Ay dios mio.
Heath: Aw c'mon, she's nice enough.
Wade: Of course you say that, she fawns all over you.
Heath: You say that like there's somethin' wrong with it.
Wade: Well...
Still bickering, Heath and Wade return the chihuahua and microphone to their owners and return to the bookcase shelf to give ADR and Ricardo some time to catch up.
Miz: ... Where'd you two go?
Heath: You'll see.
Miz: =/
Heath: *smirks*
Finally ADR and Ricardo arrive.
Ricardo: -- El Patron, Albertoooooooooooooooooooooo Del Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrioooooooooo!
Miz: So I guess we'll now get to hear that six times a day now...
Heath: Maybe I should've kept his mic...
Everyone: NO!
Heath: *recoils* Hey!
ADR selects his part of the bookcase, and all seems ok, until...
Dah enters her room hours later to find this...
Ricardo: T.T El Patron?! Speak to me!
ADR: ... *sputters, then sneezes due to the scarf* >.< Ay carumba!
Heath: Ooh. New action figure falling sickness. I don't miss those days.
Wade: *sneers* I never had that problem.
Heath: Of course not. -.-
Even the others have begun to notice.
Miz: Hey, what's going on with Rodriguez?
Heath: *sigh* He's missin' ADR.
Miz: ... Oh.
Heath does his best to help by spending more time with Ricardo, but there's only so much a guy can do while stuck on a bookcase shelf. Thankfully one day he overhears a rumor and begins to prepare.
Upon borrowing one of Dah's many hairties, Heath blindfolds Ricardo and waits. Sure enough, another mysterious box appears!
Heath accompanies Ricardo, dragging Wade along for the surprise.
Ricardo: Is... this...?
Now free of the blindfold, Ricardo realizes that it is another box and his reluctant hope from the month prior returns.
Heath: Here ya go, I'll take your mic and you take the blade. You'll need your hands free for this.
Ricardo: *fumbles with the blade anxiously*
Wade: Slater with a mic... where are those earplugs Dah is constantly talking about?
Heath: Aw shuddap
As soon as Ricardo opens the box, his hopes are finally realized.
Ricardo: El Patron! T.T
Wade: You didn't react like that when you saw me, Slater.
Heath: *eyeroll*
Wade: ... *huffs* I wasn't shipped with any paper... Must have thought it'd be too complicated for you to sort out, Slater.
Heath: Dammit. I still have the mic, y'know.
Wade: *quiets*
Ricardo insists on handling this alone so Wade and Heath step back and let him at it, staying nearby in case he does need some sort of help.
Upon removing the box, Ricardo finds that someone's attached Rey Mysterio the chihuahua to ADR by way of a thin strip of plastic, which means that the blade is necessary again.
Relieved to be free of all of that, the chihuahua leaps out to greet Ricardo.
But Ricardo still needs his hands free to get ADR out of the rest of the plastic, and so dog-sitting duties go to Wade.
Ricardo: El Patron!
ADR: Nghh... where am I? Ricardo? Why does Slater have a mic? What's going on?
Ricardo: It's ok, this is Dah's bedroom. Our new home, El Patron.
ADR: ... Dah?
Wade: A fangirl.
ADR: ... Ay dios mio.
Heath: Aw c'mon, she's nice enough.
Wade: Of course you say that, she fawns all over you.
Heath: You say that like there's somethin' wrong with it.
Wade: Well...
Still bickering, Heath and Wade return the chihuahua and microphone to their owners and return to the bookcase shelf to give ADR and Ricardo some time to catch up.
Miz: ... Where'd you two go?
Heath: You'll see.
Miz: =/
Heath: *smirks*
Finally ADR and Ricardo arrive.
Ricardo: -- El Patron, Albertoooooooooooooooooooooo Del Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrioooooooooo!
Miz: So I guess we'll now get to hear that six times a day now...
Heath: Maybe I should've kept his mic...
Everyone: NO!
Heath: *recoils* Hey!
ADR selects his part of the bookcase, and all seems ok, until...
Dah enters her room hours later to find this...
Ricardo: T.T El Patron?! Speak to me!
ADR: ... *sputters, then sneezes due to the scarf* >.< Ay carumba!
Heath: Ooh. New action figure falling sickness. I don't miss those days.
Wade: *sneers* I never had that problem.
Heath: Of course not. -.-