Post by Influence 2: Electric Boogaloo on Mar 9, 2023 10:24:40 GMT -5
Is that… is that a Twinkie?
No, it can’t be. But then again, maybe it is. But then again copyright prevents it from being called a Twinkie, rather it is a giant big old yellow sponge cake shaped in a rectangle with white entry points. That delicious looking yellow cake is being held by a female’s hand with dark red fingernails, slowly that hand lowers the yellow cake masterpiece.
…until it gets right into the range of Claudia Frost. Well, Claudia Frost in a neckbrace who as a result is being forced to look up into the air and directly at the yellow cake being lowered slowly towards her face by her tag team partner, Delia Black.
BLACK: Almost got it, almost got it.
Black pulls the yellow cake up out of reach of Claudia’s tongue.
FROST: Just give me the delicious yellow cake now, mortal. I demand it.
Delia is a little taken back by this, but if you all recall the last time we saw Claudia she was playing around with that book that Delia played around with herself. The moment that Claudia begins to bark orders, Christopher Wrigley from across the room shoots the both of them a confused look.
WRIGLEY: Oh no, not this shit again.
BLACK: What’s going on?
WRIGLEY: She messed around with that book, the same book that you messed around with and ended up biting people or sniffing them all the time. I figured Claudia was acting weird because of the painkillers she’s been taking for that neck injury, but we’re about to solve this shit for the second time.
BLACK: What are you talking about?
Wrigley isn’t about to mess around with the whole situation, instead he just shakes his head and charges off into the other room leaving Delia still dangling the yellow cake treat above Claudia’s head. Thinking nothing about the danger she goes back to teasing Claudia with it.
BLACK: Who wants this delicious treat?
FROST: After I remove your still beating heart from your chest, I will wear your skin like a suit and a delicious meal visiting your parent’s house if you do not lower more of that delicious cake into this vessel’s mouth.
BLACK: Oh… are you sure though? Because you’re really packing these down and we might have to get back to calling you Fros--
Just then Wrigley bursts back into the room holding an arm full of random things which he immediately dumps on the couch next to where Claudia is sitting enjoying finally getting her hands on the yellow cake and stuffing the whole thing into her mouth. Wrigley frantically looks through the various containers of make-up that the two have been selling on their live streams.
WRIGLEY: What was the brand again? Holy shit, how many different brands of this crap that the two of you possibly have! That was a rhetorical question, don’t answer. Instead, Delia, I need you to locate the remote to the television.
BLACK: What?
WRIGLEY: Find the damn remote!
Wrigley continues to search through the dozens of bottles of foundation until he comes across the brand, IL Makiage. Delia starts looking through the couch for the remote control to the television followed by looking on the coffee table in front of them. Wrigley opens the product and smears it onto Claudia’s face. Claudia recoils in pain from the burning of the foundation going on, however, Delia still can’t find the remote control.
WRIGLEY: Where’s the remote!? I don’t know how long this shit will last and you’ve run out.
BLACK: Should we order some more? I think our discount is still good.
WRIGLEY: Find the damn remote!
Delia throws her hands up in a panic as she and Wrigley search for the remote control, finally after a couple of moments Delia finds the thing and hands it over to Wrigley.
BLACK: Now what?
WRIGLEY: Now we’ve got to put on Black Adam and hope that we’re not too late.
BLACK: Black Adam? No… no, why? Why would you do that?
Delia recoils in horror at the thought of sitting through that movie once again. She begins to step back as Wrigley fires up the HBO Max and searches through the screen, she goes to grab the remote control from Wrigley’s hands.
BLACK: No, we can’t! Her neck is already injured and this could kill her! How am I supposed to wrestle on Monday night with a dead best friend?
Wrigley is able to fend her off and holds the remote control.
WRIGLEY: Trust me, it’s for the best. And besides, how bad could this movie actually be?
Wrigley starts the movie which causes Delia to run from the room. Wrigley goes to sit down next to Claudia in the neckbrace and the make-up dripping down. After a couple of moments of looking towards the screen however, Wrigley shakes his head and heads out of the room himself. We fade to black.
No, it can’t be. But then again, maybe it is. But then again copyright prevents it from being called a Twinkie, rather it is a giant big old yellow sponge cake shaped in a rectangle with white entry points. That delicious looking yellow cake is being held by a female’s hand with dark red fingernails, slowly that hand lowers the yellow cake masterpiece.
…until it gets right into the range of Claudia Frost. Well, Claudia Frost in a neckbrace who as a result is being forced to look up into the air and directly at the yellow cake being lowered slowly towards her face by her tag team partner, Delia Black.
BLACK: Almost got it, almost got it.
Black pulls the yellow cake up out of reach of Claudia’s tongue.
FROST: Just give me the delicious yellow cake now, mortal. I demand it.
Delia is a little taken back by this, but if you all recall the last time we saw Claudia she was playing around with that book that Delia played around with herself. The moment that Claudia begins to bark orders, Christopher Wrigley from across the room shoots the both of them a confused look.
WRIGLEY: Oh no, not this shit again.
BLACK: What’s going on?
WRIGLEY: She messed around with that book, the same book that you messed around with and ended up biting people or sniffing them all the time. I figured Claudia was acting weird because of the painkillers she’s been taking for that neck injury, but we’re about to solve this shit for the second time.
BLACK: What are you talking about?
Wrigley isn’t about to mess around with the whole situation, instead he just shakes his head and charges off into the other room leaving Delia still dangling the yellow cake treat above Claudia’s head. Thinking nothing about the danger she goes back to teasing Claudia with it.
BLACK: Who wants this delicious treat?
FROST: After I remove your still beating heart from your chest, I will wear your skin like a suit and a delicious meal visiting your parent’s house if you do not lower more of that delicious cake into this vessel’s mouth.
BLACK: Oh… are you sure though? Because you’re really packing these down and we might have to get back to calling you Fros--
Just then Wrigley bursts back into the room holding an arm full of random things which he immediately dumps on the couch next to where Claudia is sitting enjoying finally getting her hands on the yellow cake and stuffing the whole thing into her mouth. Wrigley frantically looks through the various containers of make-up that the two have been selling on their live streams.
WRIGLEY: What was the brand again? Holy shit, how many different brands of this crap that the two of you possibly have! That was a rhetorical question, don’t answer. Instead, Delia, I need you to locate the remote to the television.
BLACK: What?
WRIGLEY: Find the damn remote!
Wrigley continues to search through the dozens of bottles of foundation until he comes across the brand, IL Makiage. Delia starts looking through the couch for the remote control to the television followed by looking on the coffee table in front of them. Wrigley opens the product and smears it onto Claudia’s face. Claudia recoils in pain from the burning of the foundation going on, however, Delia still can’t find the remote control.
WRIGLEY: Where’s the remote!? I don’t know how long this shit will last and you’ve run out.
BLACK: Should we order some more? I think our discount is still good.
WRIGLEY: Find the damn remote!
Delia throws her hands up in a panic as she and Wrigley search for the remote control, finally after a couple of moments Delia finds the thing and hands it over to Wrigley.
BLACK: Now what?
WRIGLEY: Now we’ve got to put on Black Adam and hope that we’re not too late.
BLACK: Black Adam? No… no, why? Why would you do that?
Delia recoils in horror at the thought of sitting through that movie once again. She begins to step back as Wrigley fires up the HBO Max and searches through the screen, she goes to grab the remote control from Wrigley’s hands.
BLACK: No, we can’t! Her neck is already injured and this could kill her! How am I supposed to wrestle on Monday night with a dead best friend?
Wrigley is able to fend her off and holds the remote control.
WRIGLEY: Trust me, it’s for the best. And besides, how bad could this movie actually be?
Wrigley starts the movie which causes Delia to run from the room. Wrigley goes to sit down next to Claudia in the neckbrace and the make-up dripping down. After a couple of moments of looking towards the screen however, Wrigley shakes his head and heads out of the room himself. We fade to black.