CRACK FILL DO NOT FEAR
anonymous
August 12 2010, 09:19:09 UTC
I'm changing the wording of the prompt a little for this. And I apologize in advance. This is what happens at 5 am in Canada.
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"Tom, we're in a new country, with new fans, so we have to show we know a little bit about their culture. Stop whining." Bill continued angling about with scissors and tape and glue and god knows what else as Tom watched with increasing horror.
"But...Bill." Tom knew the words were falling not on deaf ears, but ears that just didn't give a crap.
"We're twins. What's yours is mine." Bill smiled a sweet smile of love and affection, each blink of soft eyelashes like a punch to Tom's kidney . "That includes your balls."
"But Canadian culture, wouldn't that be pretty similar to the US? We've been here before!" Tom just wanted his balls back.
"Tom!" The older twin flinched at the scorn in that voice. "Do you remember what happened when you called that Taiwan girl Chinese? DO YOU REMEMBER?" Bill had spots of red on his cheeks as he snapped.
"Ugh, Bill, of course." Tom would never live that down. All he had asked for was some Tylenol, and had chatted about how nice China was. The next thing he knew, he had three foreign doctors peering at his junk, the translator stuttering out something about 'Viagra cut with ants'.
"If you screw this up too, they will send burly men with sticks, riding moose, and you will wish you had ant boners again." Bill was hissing the words by this point and Tom was nodding obediently.
Finally, Bill stood up and appraised his work, popping a purple Smartie in his mouth with a grimace. He was sure they were going to feed him some native candy during an interview and was prepping himself with the local cuisine.
"But, just - why MY balls, Bill?" Tom at least wanted to understand. Bill snorted.
"They invented the sport, stupid." Bill couldn't help but roll his eyes at his plebeian twin. Poor Tom, Bill took all the brain cells in the womb, and this just confirmed it.
"And the pictures you staples and glued all over them?" Tom winced at the damage.
"He's Canada's greatest hero, supposedly. Something to do with space ships - he was a captain, you know."
Bill was always the better one with history.
Tomorrow, they would meet the head of the Canadian fan club and present her with a homemade totem; Tom's own basketballs covered with The Shat, as Bill had discovered him to be called by the natives.
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"Tom, we're in a new country, with new fans, so we have to show we know a little bit about their culture. Stop whining." Bill continued angling about with scissors and tape and glue and god knows what else as Tom watched with increasing horror.
"But...Bill." Tom knew the words were falling not on deaf ears, but ears that just didn't give a crap.
"We're twins. What's yours is mine." Bill smiled a sweet smile of love and affection, each blink of soft eyelashes like a punch to Tom's kidney . "That includes your balls."
"But Canadian culture, wouldn't that be pretty similar to the US? We've been here before!" Tom just wanted his balls back.
"Tom!" The older twin flinched at the scorn in that voice. "Do you remember what happened when you called that Taiwan girl Chinese? DO YOU REMEMBER?" Bill had spots of red on his cheeks as he snapped.
"Ugh, Bill, of course." Tom would never live that down. All he had asked for was some Tylenol, and had chatted about how nice China was. The next thing he knew, he had three foreign doctors peering at his junk, the translator stuttering out something about 'Viagra cut with ants'.
"If you screw this up too, they will send burly men with sticks, riding moose, and you will wish you had ant boners again." Bill was hissing the words by this point and Tom was nodding obediently.
Finally, Bill stood up and appraised his work, popping a purple Smartie in his mouth with a grimace. He was sure they were going to feed him some native candy during an interview and was prepping himself with the local cuisine.
"But, just - why MY balls, Bill?" Tom at least wanted to understand. Bill snorted.
"They invented the sport, stupid." Bill couldn't help but roll his eyes at his plebeian twin. Poor Tom, Bill took all the brain cells in the womb, and this just confirmed it.
"And the pictures you staples and glued all over them?" Tom winced at the damage.
"He's Canada's greatest hero, supposedly. Something to do with space ships - he was a captain, you know."
Bill was always the better one with history.
Tomorrow, they would meet the head of the Canadian fan club and present her with a homemade totem; Tom's own basketballs covered with The Shat, as Bill had discovered him to be called by the natives.
Oh, Canada.
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fljklkdnasklnf I DIED. Amazing <3
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