Fuck Hans, fuck Hans in his chiseled ass and perfectly jawed mouth. Today has been confusing enough without him and his dumb ass posse getting in your way. Without a thought you just drop the beer on the ground, knowing full and well unnecessary shaking for carbonated beverages usually leads to exploding cans. But you don’t care about that right now; all that is going through your head is smashing Hans’ teeth into the back of his throat. “You picked the wrong fucking day to mess with this bear.” you calmly tort at the group standing in your path.
Almost instantly you spring into the air in a wirework stunt like fashion. Spinning you extend your leg, landing it in the face of one of Hans’ cohorts. You land and side step; driving your elbow into the solar plexus of another lackey. Finally moving the remaining goons sprint to attack, but are countered by a sweep and a roundhouse which catches the final two. Now all that’s standing is Hans who begins to cower as he realized just what you are capable of. “A-aw-aw come on, I was just playing arou-“ his words were cut short by a foot slamming right into his face. In a slow motion KO scene like in fighting games Hans falls back and bounces off the ground until he lie motionless.
With that all done you brush the dust off your shoulder; like the song; and now it’s time to go and meet yourself a redneck… what the fuck were you doing again? The rush of adrenaline has cause you to forget all about whatever the fuck you were supposed to do. Oh well it probably wasn’t all that important anyway. Wait new idea; let’s go to the strip club. What do you say?
Strip Club, sure. (5-C)
There is no second choice; we’re going to the strip club. (5-C)
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