Post by ocwnewsline on Jan 19, 2015 11:50:12 GMT -5
~Killface is seen standing in front of a random courthouse in the middle of some city. We can't tell where this place is located as Killface's giant 8 foot, 450 pound frame is blocking the name of the building. He has a microphone in his hand, staring blankly at the camera. He blinks a few times. He reaches up and scratches something out of his teeth. He returns his gaze into the camera, blinking again. Something catches his eye as he clears his throat, seemingly surprised~
Killface: Oh, are we on? We're filming? Filming right now?
~He takes a moment to receive the cameraman's response before instantly straightening his posture and slapping a smile across his giant, white face~
Killface: Hello America, my name is Killface and I'm here chasing down an interesting rumor which landed upon my desk, or, well, lap. I don't really have a desk, too large for one, you see and Dean didn't feel like modifying a standard desk to accommodate my physique. Perfectly fine with me, I enjoy being in the field anyway, as it...
~Killface stops, realizing his rambling~
Killface: Anyway, I'm here in front of the courthouse, chasing down news of a potential Lawsuit against Dean. Now, while I'm sure all of this is a bunch of poppy cock, one can't be too cavalier when the word lawsuit is tossed around.
~A person in a suit walks by, Killface grabs their arm, scaring the crap out of them~
Person: Ahhh!!
Killface: Excuse me there, sir, do you have any tidbits about this supposed lawsuit against Dean?
Person: YOU BROKE MY ARM!!
~Killface releases his menacing grip, finding the guys arm to be shattered. He runs away, crying. Killface pauses, before yelling out~
Killface: DON'T ACT LIKE THIS IS MY FAULT..........TRY HITTING THE WEIGHTS FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE......Weakling......seriously.
~Killface recomposes, staring back at the camera~
Killface: Well, America, it appears as though this is a dead end. Never fear, I will continue to search out the root of this mythical lawsuit, bringing the vagabonds forward where they will face the consequences of their slanderish actions. Killface, signing out.
~We fade to black~
Killface: Oh, are we on? We're filming? Filming right now?
~He takes a moment to receive the cameraman's response before instantly straightening his posture and slapping a smile across his giant, white face~
Killface: Hello America, my name is Killface and I'm here chasing down an interesting rumor which landed upon my desk, or, well, lap. I don't really have a desk, too large for one, you see and Dean didn't feel like modifying a standard desk to accommodate my physique. Perfectly fine with me, I enjoy being in the field anyway, as it...
~Killface stops, realizing his rambling~
Killface: Anyway, I'm here in front of the courthouse, chasing down news of a potential Lawsuit against Dean. Now, while I'm sure all of this is a bunch of poppy cock, one can't be too cavalier when the word lawsuit is tossed around.
~A person in a suit walks by, Killface grabs their arm, scaring the crap out of them~
Person: Ahhh!!
Killface: Excuse me there, sir, do you have any tidbits about this supposed lawsuit against Dean?
Person: YOU BROKE MY ARM!!
~Killface releases his menacing grip, finding the guys arm to be shattered. He runs away, crying. Killface pauses, before yelling out~
Killface: DON'T ACT LIKE THIS IS MY FAULT..........TRY HITTING THE WEIGHTS FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE......Weakling......seriously.
~Killface recomposes, staring back at the camera~
Killface: Well, America, it appears as though this is a dead end. Never fear, I will continue to search out the root of this mythical lawsuit, bringing the vagabonds forward where they will face the consequences of their slanderish actions. Killface, signing out.
~We fade to black~