Post by deadpool on Sept 21, 2006 2:09:08 GMT -5
In the steamy jungles of South America, a small cross-country jeep was crawling bumpily through the wilderness. What passed as a road in this portion of the world would be considered a trail at best anywhere else… still, the passengers of the jeep seemed not to mind.
Its speakers were blasting obnoxious pop music, and while the driver, a grumpy-faced William, seemed to scowl at the monstrous sound, the man in the back – our friendly neighborhood Deadpool – was singing along.
“A few times I've been around that track - So it's not just gonna happen like that! Because I ain't no hollaback girl! I ain't no hollaback girl! Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit!”
He was standing in the back, hands on the roll bar, and bouncing around in a sort of joyous dance. This went on for about five minutes, causing a series of groans and the rolling of eyes from his Manservant.
Finally, the jeep stopped in front of a deep valley, which made up most of the island. They could see some sort of base in the Center.
Deadpool pulled out a Fordor’s travel guide book of South America. “Hmm… I don’t see this island in my travel guide, but this has GOT to be the Valley of Shadows.”
He pulled out his binoculars, and took a sweep of the valley.
“It’s another location the old hag said my swords could be in. This is getting bust. I’m half way through my trip… no, more like seventy five percent of the way through – and nothin’. It blows, number one, it blows. Hopefully this place will be jackpot. But I’m getting a funny feeling from it… something… I dunno? Sexy? No, that’s not the word.”
William was staring blankly at him.
“Something… charismatic? No… drawing? Pulling? It’s on the tip of my tongue.”
Its speakers were blasting obnoxious pop music, and while the driver, a grumpy-faced William, seemed to scowl at the monstrous sound, the man in the back – our friendly neighborhood Deadpool – was singing along.
“A few times I've been around that track - So it's not just gonna happen like that! Because I ain't no hollaback girl! I ain't no hollaback girl! Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit!”
He was standing in the back, hands on the roll bar, and bouncing around in a sort of joyous dance. This went on for about five minutes, causing a series of groans and the rolling of eyes from his Manservant.
Finally, the jeep stopped in front of a deep valley, which made up most of the island. They could see some sort of base in the Center.
Deadpool pulled out a Fordor’s travel guide book of South America. “Hmm… I don’t see this island in my travel guide, but this has GOT to be the Valley of Shadows.”
He pulled out his binoculars, and took a sweep of the valley.
“It’s another location the old hag said my swords could be in. This is getting bust. I’m half way through my trip… no, more like seventy five percent of the way through – and nothin’. It blows, number one, it blows. Hopefully this place will be jackpot. But I’m getting a funny feeling from it… something… I dunno? Sexy? No, that’s not the word.”
William was staring blankly at him.
“Something… charismatic? No… drawing? Pulling? It’s on the tip of my tongue.”