I guess I'll continue our flashback ito epic awesomesauce, with something most of you won't remember but to me and drew... it is nostalgic hilarity.
Time to make a phone call.
Alright guys. Any of you who've followed me and Ray and Ryan through all our endevours will be gratefull for this beautiful nostalgic look at the "Good 'Ol Days". If not, read, and just see what you missed.
This series of posts stems from a problem Ray had in the very frist Rewquethin site. A kid playing Cid Highwind had been talking shit and causing trouble. After a talk with Shawn, Ray called in the cleaning crew, Ala moi, the Drewster. I called in Ryan to help, just to add insult to injury. Let us marvel at three of the best posts on the site. Please keep in mind, this was a bit over a year ago.
Drew: -He gets up from his pc and streches a bit. He wanders over a few feet into the kitchen and rummages in his fridge a minute before pulling a Dr. Pepper out and snaping it open. He wanders into his room and knocks Recoome out in Budokai, earning his 50,000 Zenie reward. He decides to wait a while before getting his final Dragon Ball. He heads back to the living room and pulls out his cell phone. He dials Cid's number and puts the phone to his ear. After several rings the machine kicks on and Cid's annoying voice plays through his ear peice.-
"yo dis cid i am better than any1 even if i try and deny it because i like to talk shit and that makes me cool leave your message bitch -Bleep-"
"Alright Cid. I may be 4 days or so late on this, but after reading over all your past posts, I feel someone should speak up. And I just -love- taking innitiative. So, I flip through everything and I see you talking a lot of shit. Not very good either. Did your teachers forget to teach you how to spell the word "one"? And you is spelled y-o-u. It's two extra letters, it's not gonna kill you. Any way. I'm just calling to give you what you keep begging for. A fight. I challenge you, Cid Highwind, to any style of combat, your choice. And make it specific, because what you don't say, -will- be used against you. That's pretty much it. And you can call me a bitch and a ho all you want, becuase I'm already expecting it."
-He hangs up the phone and waits a minute. He dials another number, calling his good friend Ryan. He waits until he hears the click of the receiver picking up and speaks out.-
"Hey. Ryan. It's Drew. I'm in search of a translator for a fight I have coming up. You wanna take it? No big reward, but it's sure to be entertaining."
Ryan: 'He finally gets onto one of the best porn sites in the world. He surveys his area: Tissues, hand lotion, coke, ham sandwich. Perfect. He begins looking at hot babes in their lingerie when the piercing ring of his Emerson Switchboard comes up. He lets it ring a few times and then screams, putting his tallywhacker away. He speaks into the reciever of his phone a slightly winded "Hello?" He is answered with "Hey. Ryan. It's Drew. I'm in search of a translator for a fight I have coming up. You wanna take it? No big reward, but it's sure to be entertaining. " He thinks to himself that this might acctualy be worthy of masturbatory interruption. "Hm...Well, I used to translate newbish...Is it that Cid fuck? If it is, count on me. I'll be there. It should be fun." He asks Drew, and waits for the answer.'
Drew: -Kicks back on his couch and turns on DBZ.- "Yeah. That's the guy. He likes to talk shit so I figured I'd give him a fight." -He listens to Tom's review of Dragon Ball Z Budokai, as he loves the ending. He stands up and goes into the kitchen for another Dr. Pepper.- "But yeah. I challenged him with Nick, so this could get ugly. But it'll also be a riot. I just can't peice together anything he says... "
