Rushing down the supermarket aisle, Dominic was going around corners at 45 degree angles, his feet were just a blur. He screeched to a stop right beside the toilet paper. "OOOOHHH" he said in a proud and happy voice and quickly snatching up one of the boxes raced towards the checkout.
He quickly paid the checkout chick and sped towards his apartment. He ran through the door, cruised past his room-mate/bestfriend Terrence and straight into the Bathroom. "You ate indian again last night, didnt you?" yelled Terrence while reading the paper and enjoying his short black coffee he had just picked up from the coffee cart downstairs. "FUCK YOU!", yelled Dom "IM SHITING MY BRAINS OUT OVER HERE AND THEN I RELIZED WE HAD NO FUCKING TOILET PAPER!". "Oops forgot to mention that to you this morning" replied terrence with a giant smirk on his face.
"Anyway im going to the moon bar, wont be back for a while, need any thing?" questions terrence. "A PACKET OF CIGERETTES WOULD BE NICE!" replies dom. "those things will fuckin killyou man, why do you smoke?", "JUST GET ME THE SMOKES AND I WONT BE FORCED TO SHIT ALL OVER YOUR COMPUTER!", "fair enough be back later" and with that terrence is off to the moon bar.
3 hours later....
Dom staggers out of the bathroom clutching his buttocks, "Never again, never fucking again", he collapses on the lounge and searchs frantically for the remote. He finally finds it stuck down the side of the couch with $2 and thirty year old chip from KFC. He starts flicking through the channels and finally finds somthing worth watching, Once upon a time in Mexico.
Once the movies finished Terrence comes home and throws a packet of smokes to him.
"Guess whats for dinner tonight, buddy?" says in a Sarcastic voice. "what?" replies dom. Terrence holds up two plastic bags, "INDIAN".
Licking the remains of a fantastic curry off his lips and catching up on the latest ctrl alt del terrence suddenly fell from his chair in shock.
It was a preemptive shock. There was a disturbance in the force.
It was then that the sound of keys turning in a lock echoed through the flat.
The stench of evil filled his nostrils. Though it was possible that he was just closer to that wierd lump on the carpet.
Voices? or were the just the muffled echoes of a lost childhood...
The door opened slowly. He heard a voice. it was almost like a television slowly tuning in and out of focus...
"How....Cur...Te..."
"How old i... te..."
"Terrence look at me!!"
"Wha... Dominic?"
"I've just got one question Terrence..."
"Did I black out?"
"Yes, but thats not the fucking point... HOW OLD WAS THAT CURRY?"
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Oh...
Shit."
next time: Terrence rips off the matrix, Dominics last name is revealed, and you sit through yet another episode of this crap!