Post by Keith on Jun 16, 2007 17:30:43 GMT -8
OOC: I got the inspiration of watching a rerun of South Park where they have "Cow Days" and the fair was rigged.
Keith was pretty bored and for some reason, it brought him to some carnival by the beach. It was a carnival that was currently in the city. So far, Keith was pretty unimpressed with the rides. They were of low quality... One of them was a stupid ass ride called a simulation of being in a long line.
A freaking long line simulation? Keith was normally calm, but he wanted to kill a few people after being ripped off a few dollars. This wasn't even a goddamned ride! It was staying in line for one fucking hour! Keith was starting to have suspicions about this place.
That's it, I'm out of this shit hole...
With that Keith adjusted his black shades and walked towards the exit. He wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible. The someone called out to him.
"Hey kid!"
Keith continued to walk. But the voice kept calling to him.
"Hey kid!"
Letting out a sigh, Keith turned to face the direction of where the voice was coming from. It seemed a middle-aged man at a booth was calling him to come over. Deciding that staying a few more minutes wouldn't hurt, Keith casually walked to the man standing behind the booth.
"This better be worth my time," Keith said. Then he looked up and saw all sorts of prizes... All sorts of Japanese anime to be given out as prizes. Inside, Keith wanted to drool. But, Keith kept his composure.
"Try your luck?" the guy asked.
After a few moments, Keith made his decision.
"Sure, why not?" Keith rhetorically asked.
"Only five tickets," the guy replied.
I still got ten tickets left, why not...
"Sure, I'm game," Keith said to the booth operation. He would give the guy his ten tickets. In return, the guy would give him six balls.
"Game's simple, all you need to do is to get one of them at Paris Hilton's mouth," the guy explained.
"Sure, doesn't sound so hard," Keith replied. There, he saw his target: a picture of Paris Hilton with a hole cut open at the mouth area.
Then again, Paris Hilton should be used to having balls in her mouth...
Throwing one ball, Keith missed. He winced a bit under his shades for making such a shitty throw. Keith would throw the ball again but this time it would hit Paris' nose. He grunted in annoyance a bit.
Keith would throw another ball at the target. It almost hit the target.
Damn!
Keith grunted under his breath a bit. He would throw the fourth ball and it hit the mouth but fell off.
I almost got it...
"The ball has to go in," the guy said.
Keith threw the fifth ball and got the target but fell off. Then Keith threw the last ball and it made it half-way into Paris' mouth. It was the last ball.
"There, it's in," Keith said.
The guy shook his head.
"Sorry it has to go all the way through."
Wait a minute... The ball's too large to go through Paris' mouth. Something doesn't add up... Hey wait, this game's rigged!!!
"This game's rigged! The ball is simply too large to go through Miss Hilton's pretty little mouth there..."
Keith cleared his throat.
"You're a cheat, you know that. I declare Shananigans!"
"Shananigans?"
"Yes, you heard me! Shananigans! Shananigans!" Keith exclaimed.
Keith was pretty bored and for some reason, it brought him to some carnival by the beach. It was a carnival that was currently in the city. So far, Keith was pretty unimpressed with the rides. They were of low quality... One of them was a stupid ass ride called a simulation of being in a long line.
A freaking long line simulation? Keith was normally calm, but he wanted to kill a few people after being ripped off a few dollars. This wasn't even a goddamned ride! It was staying in line for one fucking hour! Keith was starting to have suspicions about this place.
That's it, I'm out of this shit hole...
With that Keith adjusted his black shades and walked towards the exit. He wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible. The someone called out to him.
"Hey kid!"
Keith continued to walk. But the voice kept calling to him.
"Hey kid!"
Letting out a sigh, Keith turned to face the direction of where the voice was coming from. It seemed a middle-aged man at a booth was calling him to come over. Deciding that staying a few more minutes wouldn't hurt, Keith casually walked to the man standing behind the booth.
"This better be worth my time," Keith said. Then he looked up and saw all sorts of prizes... All sorts of Japanese anime to be given out as prizes. Inside, Keith wanted to drool. But, Keith kept his composure.
"Try your luck?" the guy asked.
After a few moments, Keith made his decision.
"Sure, why not?" Keith rhetorically asked.
"Only five tickets," the guy replied.
I still got ten tickets left, why not...
"Sure, I'm game," Keith said to the booth operation. He would give the guy his ten tickets. In return, the guy would give him six balls.
"Game's simple, all you need to do is to get one of them at Paris Hilton's mouth," the guy explained.
"Sure, doesn't sound so hard," Keith replied. There, he saw his target: a picture of Paris Hilton with a hole cut open at the mouth area.
Then again, Paris Hilton should be used to having balls in her mouth...
Throwing one ball, Keith missed. He winced a bit under his shades for making such a shitty throw. Keith would throw the ball again but this time it would hit Paris' nose. He grunted in annoyance a bit.
Keith would throw another ball at the target. It almost hit the target.
Damn!
Keith grunted under his breath a bit. He would throw the fourth ball and it hit the mouth but fell off.
I almost got it...
"The ball has to go in," the guy said.
Keith threw the fifth ball and got the target but fell off. Then Keith threw the last ball and it made it half-way into Paris' mouth. It was the last ball.
"There, it's in," Keith said.
The guy shook his head.
"Sorry it has to go all the way through."
Wait a minute... The ball's too large to go through Paris' mouth. Something doesn't add up... Hey wait, this game's rigged!!!
"This game's rigged! The ball is simply too large to go through Miss Hilton's pretty little mouth there..."
Keith cleared his throat.
"You're a cheat, you know that. I declare Shananigans!"
"Shananigans?"
"Yes, you heard me! Shananigans! Shananigans!" Keith exclaimed.