It appears that Mr. Deniro has completely lost it, for he has confused a local "Chuck E. Cheese" restaurant with a hotel. But you're not stupid enough to try to correct him... that would insult him. And you do NOT want to insult Mr. Deniro. So you tell him, "Uh, thanks a lot. Here's a big tip for getting me here so fast!" He stares at you angrily, mumbles something about "teaching you all about pain", and then speeds off into the night. So, you're at Chuck. E. Cheese. Hell, it's probably better than most hotels you've stayed at anyway. So you order some pizza and game tokens and you begin your night of "fun"!
Awesome! They've got your favorite Chuck E. Cheese game ever, S.T.U.N. RUNNER! You've got all night and that high score WILL be yours! You notice that it now costs 3 TOKENS to play the damned game, "What the fuck is up with that!?" you shout. All the parents look at you with disgust for using such foul language in front of their children. Bah, who cares about those over-sensitive losers. You continue to play your game, and just when you are about to break the high score, a 2-year old kid unplugs it!!! "YOU WRETCHED LITTLE SHIT! I JUST SPENT OVER 50 BUCKS TRYING TO GET THE HIGH SCORE ON THIS GAME! I WAS JUST ABOUT TO DO IT TOO, BUT YOU HAD TO COME AND UNPLUG IT! YOU DESPICABLE LITTLE PUKE-FACED TURD!" The kid doesn't even know how to speak properly yet, so he just stands there in front of you, drooling and crying. Then Chuck E. Cheese himself approaches you. "I'm sorry sir, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave." the mouse says in a stern voice. "Why don't you make that little asshead leave instead for unplugging my game!?!?" you scream back. "Listen sir. Either you can leave our happy cheese land quietly, or we'll MAKE you leave." Are you gonna let a friggin MOUSE talk to you like that? You decide to: |
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