They're after me #2 - Ice cream rage

Previous episode here: http://zelaron.com/forum/showthread.php?t=34782

They're after me #2 - Ice cream rage, mantralord vs. buff white lady.
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As competetive as the chip was making me, I could not help but contemplate on what flavor the ice cream eating contest was going to present me with. Peanut butter, chocolate, vanilla, rocky road...the possibilities further fueled my rage. The room was spinning and the stinging sensation in my neck grew. The contest was about to begin.

A man which looked suspiciously like a very-built version of Adrenachrome walked in with 2 giant bowls of ice cream held in each arm. I could not see the goodness inside, but the bowls were at least 2 1/2 feet in diameter. The man carefully walked, making sure not to trip. Finally the bowl was set in front of me and I could finally see which flavor it was. Cookie dough ice cream.

The buff white lady gave the signal, and the man bellowed out a very loud "GO!" I began eating in a frenzy, scooping away at the sweet delight. Seconds seemed like days as I felt that the level of ice cream in the bowl wasn't getting any smaller. I glanced over at the buff white lady and she wasn't even using a spoon, she had her head submerged in the ice cream, and she had already eaten a good portion of it. "If I want to catch up to her," I thought, "I have to eat like she is." I hesitated at first, but the pain in my neck came back stronger than ever, and I dunked my head in the bowl.

The seconds whizzing away, I ate with all my might. The scoops inside the bowl were steadily disappearing. Ten scoops were left, then nine, then eight. It finally got down to one. I glanced over and the buff white lady was still eating. I chomped on the last bite, and stood up. Apparently, I had won. Or so I thought...

An intense pain came from the back of my throat. In the midst of the competition, I had completely forgotten to monitor my food for computer chips. So this is what they truly wanted...to catch me off guard. The contest was a set-up. I saw a bright flash of red, and suddenly the room went black. I heard a faint "thump" as my last bits of consciousness felt my body hit the ground.

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I woke up strapped to the floor, a balcony overhead. A voice told me to relax and not to move. The voice sounded familiar, very familiar. Before I could give ample thought on who's voice it was, my question was answered. A man walked up onto the balcony and stared down at me below. It was DFD, with a new, more rugged hobo hat.


Tune in next time for "They're after me #3 - DFD the enemy?"

It was DFD, with a new, more rugged hobo hat.

FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!


Include me next time man...

I'm not going to read it, but you should include me also.

Some kind of unimportant side character. "I saw DFD run, flailing his penis at traffic as he went, and I noticed `Insolence` in one of the cars. He looked almost jelous of the size of DFD's penis, but decided his was of modest size and began to ignore him."

DFD's penis should be cut off (circumcision gone too far)

What size knife would you need for that?

Edit:

Paring Knife

is adequate. Personally, since I like super big swords, I'd like to use a Katana, but that may be a bit extreme.

I'm not going to read it, but you should include me also. Some kind of unimportant side character. "I saw DFD run, flailing his penis at traffic as he went, and I noticed `Insolence` in one of the cars. He looked almost jelous of the size of DFD's penis, but decided his was of modest size and began to ignore him."

I swear to God, you're straight up homosexual.

You're straight up funny, gay-bot!

Did anyone see my joke about DFD having a small penis? Maybe I should have said paring knife...

I'm not joking. I think you're a faggot.

Never underestimate the power of the homeless. We have nothing to do all day but to plot. Plot evil things. Very evil...