The Master of the Hostile Smile!

by Blisters on Sun May 16, 2010 1:55 am

Blisters is standing the parking lot pacing back and forth frantically. He's mumbling something incoherently, but the camera's don't pick it up.

A few seconds later a multicolored Volkswagon, most of it's colors being variations of rust, comes veering through the parking lot much faster than it ever should. A horrible metallic choking sound echoes through the dark lot, followed by nauseating scent of burnt rubber. The smoking car comes to a screeching halt. A foot visibly kicking its way out of the haze while forcefully shoving the door open. A middle aged, over weight, bald man would back his way out, spouting off a line of cusses that never seemed to end. A hard boot would dent the semi-rusted vehicle again before he'd turn back. He was wearing full clown make up even over his beard. With a wave and yellow tooth riddled smile, the elder clown would chuckle.

???: "Blisters, my boy!!"

Blisters would grin calmly resisting the initial urge to back away as the older man came charging in for a hug. There was no avoiding it. There never was.

Blisters: "Uncle Wiggles! You filthy old relic! You aren't dead yet??"

Uncle Wiggles would pull back, patting Blisters on the shoulder. With a giggle, he'd stretch out his arms posing with his wide painted on grin.

Uncle Wiggles: "You kiddin' me? I'm like a cockroach, kid! Ain't nothin' that can take me out."

Blisters: "Good point! That's exactly why I called. I need a favor."

Uncle Wiggles: "Whatcha got?"

Blisters: "I need you to pull a little reconnaissance for me, old man. There's a mouth, frequently running, that needs to be shhhuuuut! I intend to shut it soon. Now... you probably won't be able to be beat him. Buuuuutttt, I know that no one can better gauge a persons abilities like you can Wiggles. Your opponent, Glade, with his ability to fumigate rooms... has actually been spouting off about a lack of interesting opponents lately. Sooo, Naturally I thought to myself... Blisters!! You know the perfect clown for that job! The Masochistic Mad-Clown himself! The Master of the hostile smile! I need someone that won't tap. And you my friend, are the oooonlllly person sick and twisted enough to find humor in the little full nelson lungblower thing he's got going on..."

Uncle Wiggles: "See what I can do for ya, kid. You just keep your head in the elimination chamber tonight, got it?"

Blisters chuckles and nods.

Uncle Wiggles: "And knock everyone else's head clean off!!!"

Blisters: "You know me... By the way, Your in a no parking zone."

Uncle Wiggles turns back, glaring at the sign as he starts spouting out cusses again. Instead of doing anything about it, he just waves it off apathetically and follows Blisters inside.

by **Raven Connoly** on Thu May 20, 2010 10:20 pm

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