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| Episode 7: Break For 20 |
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| �2001 by Rebecca J. Burke & Hashbrown Casserole for the Matchbox Twenty Soul, Inc. |
| "Ahh," Brian said, realizing it would be at least 4 more months until it was his turn again, and frowned. "I can't help it if the lay-dees enjoy a clean-shaven man," Kyle said, getting off his stool to do a little turn on his imaginary catwalk. He turned, gave a quality look to the camera, stroked the leg of his pink glittery pants, and licked his finger. Touching his nipple, he exclaimed, "I'm too sexy for this interview!" "OH WHATEVER!" Brian yelled, rolling his eyes, and throwing his arms into the air. "Get over yourself already!" Kyle danced around the room in circles and sang, "Get over yourself, goodbye, I am the weakest link, oh how the lay-dies cry�" All of a sudden, he was hit with a flying water bottle. Spinning around, Kyle shouted, "WHO THREW THAT?!" Brian and Adam sat still, trying to look innocent, and Adam started to whistle innocently. "Gaynor, was it you? BRIAN?!" Kyle yelled, staring from one innocent look to the other. "WHO?!?!" "I'm too sexy for this question," Brian replied, a grin growing on his face. "GRRRRRRR!!!" Kyle roared as he rammed into him, knocking Brian off his stool and onto the floor, pulling Adam along with him. "HEY!" Adam screeched, as arms and legs tangled, and the Brawl began. Brian struggled to stand, but Kyle pulled him onto the floor, and started wringing his neck. Adam, not one to let his buddy be mauled, got to his knees and grabbed Kyle's leg, trying to pull him back. Kyle kicked, knocking Adam across the floor, where he landed hard against one of the plush chairs. Adam screamed obscenities in pain, and jumped up, only to charge across the room and jump onto Brian and Kyle, who were rolling around, struggling for control of the strangling. "COWABUNGA, BABY!" he cried, landing hard on top of Kyle, and giving him a massive wedgie. "Dammit, ADAM! Do you know how HARD it is to get pink glitter out of your ass! It's like SAND! It gets EVERYWHERE!" Kyle shrieked, letting go of Brian and falling backwards. "Can you say REVENGE?" Adam laughed, as he stood up, grabbed a stool, and broke it over Kyle's head. "I don't have a big ass!" Momentarily stunned, Kyle shook himself out of it, rolled over, and bit Adam in the knee. With a mouthful of jeans, he growled, "It was a joke!" Adam screamed bloody murder, and collapsed. "Why me? Why me?" he cried over and over, as he grabbed his knee and rocked back and forth. Finally able to breathe again, Brian stood up, and grabbed a lamp off a nearby table. "Hey! Now he won't be able to skate again! You bastard!" He then went to break the lamp over Kyle's head, but being a quick one at the moment, Kyle moved out of the way, and the lamp came down hard over Adam's head. All was quiet for a brief second as Adam stopped crying, and looked at Brian in shock. "I thought you cared," he whispered. "HOLY SHIT," Brian thought, eyes growing wide, and The Look rolling over his face. Adam, apparently no longer in pain, lunged for Brian, knocking him through the table, and threw punches that didn't connect. Frustrated that he was punching like Paul, he gave up on that, and opted for noogies, messing up Brian's hair. Brian screamed in horror, and finally managed to get out of Adam's death grip. "It's all your fault," he panted out of breath, crawling towards Kyle, ready to strike. "You threw the bottle!" Kyle exclaimed, pushing himself on his butt backwards towards the door. "I did not, it was Adam!" Brian responded, stopping mid-tracks. |