I'm working someone else's shift today, so I didn't have much time to work on a story.. I'll create a second half when I get home...
Bob didn't play Wario's Woods too much. It wasn't that it was a bad game, it was just that he couldn't get into it with everything going on in town. He decided to turn in early and hope that he was still alive in the morning light. As Bob made his way to his Green Bed, he, once again, tripped over his giant G Logo. "Gah. I'm getting rid of this thing first thing tommrow." Bob peeled off his Blossom Shirt, in the process remembering that he needed to wash it. He reached over to turn off his Modern Lamp and knocked his Kiddie Clock off the Cabana Table. "Double-Gah!" Bob rolled over and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Bob woke up to bright, warm sun shining through his windows. He stretched out his legs and slowly pulled himself out of bed... and tripped over his G Logo. "That's right, I'm getting rid of this today. But what to do with it?" Bob tried to wrap his mind around the events going on in this crazy town... There are two groups of people running around town trying to kill each other in order to sell everyone crap. However, their poorly thought out plan ended up killing a fair number of the people they were trying to sell crap to - thus defeating their original purpose. "Man, we need a Wal*Mart."
After careful planning and much forethought, Bob decided it would be best not to go to either Nook's or Redd's in order to sell his G Logo - the less time seen around either of those two, the better. Besides, Sven once expressed interest in the G Logo... Now if only Sven remembers that he wanted it. The walk to Sven's house was a short one, made shorter by the fact that there wern't too many people out and about today. Bob had to knock on Sven's door several times before Sven managed to answer it. Bob wasn't sure if that was due to Sven's lack of an ability to hear well or his lack of speed... but either way, Bob was gald to see Sven finally answer the door... he was beginning to suspect the worst...
"Hey, buh-uh-ud! Whacha doing running around town at a time like this?"
"Oh, not much, pthhpth. I just saw this lying around my house and needed some extra room and remembered that you wanted it."
"Woah, buh-uh-ud, what is this strange thing?!?"
"It's a totally awesome G Logo. You were at my place a few months ago and said you thought it would make you look hip to the ladies, pthhpth."
"Wait... Wha.... Who are you anyway, buh-uh-ud? Are you sure you don't have me confused with someone else? Are you friends with that crazy Lyle dude that's always trying to sell me life insurance? Tell him I don't need it."
Bob muttered under his breath, "These days, we could all use it, pthhpth." Speaking up, Bob brought himself closer to Sven, "It's me, Bob! We went fishing last week, remember? You told me about how, when you were younger, you used to throw the fish back and eat the cans?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know who you are Bob, buh-uh-ud. What do you want?"
Deciding to cut his losses and cut it short, Bob gave up. "Pthhpth... I just wanted to give you this."
"Woah, buh-uh-ud, what is this strange thing?!?"
"ARGH!!! Just take it, pthhpth. I'll see you around Sven. Take care of yourself."
"Wait... Wha... Who are you anyway, buh-uh-ud?!?" - Sven hollered out at Bob, but Bob just shook his head and kept on walking.
Topic: Mafia VI: Day 3 (Read 38512 times)
