My Darryl character! :D

[pinchingyourballs]

The reason why both Tasha and Garnabby keep posting here, despite constantly complaining about the quality of the posters and the content here, is because they get off on these interactions. They get off in different ways and in response to different stimuli, but their M.O.s are similar.

[MisterV]

Darryl was spearing the last morsel of his breakfast when a loud CRASH sounded and Sean came barging in, Glock in hand, sweating heavily.

"The cops, they came for me...you must have ratted me out."

He aimed his 9 mm at the rat and pulled the trigger.

KAPOW!

A clean miss.

Darryl, a rat but not a fool, reacted by hiding under the kitchen table.

Sean repositioned himself to get off a clean shot but WHAM, he was cold-cocked by Darryl's mom, Cheryl, who deftly wielded her cast iron frying pan to good effect.

Sean collapsed into an inert mass of decomposing dead tissue, and only then did Darryl espy Julian and Mario, gaping at the tableau.

They gazed at Cheryl, frying pan still in hand, and got on their knees, eyes down, at her feet: they said "You killed him. You rule. We are now your servants."

Unused to such adulation yet quick on the pickup, Cheryl said "No, you aren't my servants...now you are my SLAVES. Take Sean to the back yard and bury him, and when you come back you need to scrub the kitchen floor."

Darryl gazed in awe, never suspecting that his mom would become a frying pan wielding capo of a crime mob.

[TheGrimReaper]

The reason why both Tasha and Garnabby keep posting here, despite constantly complaining about the quality of the posters and the content here, is because they get off on these interactions. They get off in different ways and in response to different stimuli, but their M.O.s are similar.

Estimated IQ: 132 (genius)

https://www.writingtoiq.com/

At the mere mention of the Great Garnabby. Ha.

[pinchingyourballs]

The reason why both Tasha and Garnabby keep posting here, despite constantly complaining about the quality of the posters and the content here, is because they get off on these interactions. They get off in different ways and in response to different stimuli, but their M.O.s are similar.

Estimated IQ: 132 (genius)

https://www.writingtoiq.com/

At the mere mention of the Great Garnabby. Ha.

Merely insert the phrase "exquisite aroma" anywhere within my post, without regard to capitalization or punctuation, algorithm bumps the IQ score up to 140. Requires refinements to its IQ estimation methodology...

[pinchingyourballs]

Estimated IQ: 132 (genius)

https://www.writingtoiq.com/

At the mere mention of the Great Garnabby. Ha.

Merely insert the phrase "exquisite aroma" anywhere within my post, without regard to capitalization or punctuation, algorithm bumps the IQ score up to 140. Requires refinements to its IQ estimation methodology...

...and that post I just made scored an IQ of 151. It shouldn't be too hard to figure out how to game it if you have enough high scoring samples to analyze. You could have some fun with this in the main forum, Garnabby.

[TheGrimReaper]

The reason why both Tasha and Garnabby keep posting] here, despite constantly complaining about the quality of the posters and the content here, is because they get off on these interactions. They Get off in different ways and in response to different stimuli, but their M.O.s are similar.

Estimated IQ: 132 (genius)

https://www.writingtoiq.com/

At the mere mention of the Great Garnabby. Ha.

Merely insert the phrase "exquisite aroma" anywhere within my post, without reGard to capitalization or punctuation, algorithm bumps the IQ score up to 140. Requires refinements to its IQ estimation methodology...

...and that post I just made scored an IQ of 151. It shouldn't be too hard to figure out how to game it if you have enough high scoring samples to analyze. You could have some fun with this in the main forum, Garnabby.

Thank you for that last bit. Makes my job a bit easier. Ha.

Extra marks for writing out Garnabby, going forward, and, with the b's overlapped, with the second b as perceived hidden.

I wanted only to show that V has to change out the stale vocabulary, for something more exquisite. To get past the mediocre iq's of 81. He truly is the "time machine", in that he talks exactly the way he did, decades ago. What I meant, earlier, about it mattering a lot more which direction than where you start.

P.S. Even higher marks by converting that 140 into "200, but 60".

[MisterV]

I wanted only to show that V has to change out the stale vocabulary, for something more exquisite. To get past the mediocre iq's of 81. He truly is the "time machine", in that he talks exactly the way he did, decades ago.

Why would I want to change my vocabulary?

What, must all posters use only the latest slang to satisfy the blubber eaters / polar bear prey in the Great White North?

What worked then works now.

[Tasha]

"I feel much better today,” he stated, with a mouthful of food.

She got herself some food too and sat next to him. She looked at him tenderly. “It’s so great to have you back,” she said, putting her hand on his hand and stroking it.

He swallowed and smiled a big beaming smile.

She ate her food and they soon both finished their breakfasts.

“I’ll wash the dishes,” he offered.

“Okay, thanks.” She said.

He got up and began washing the dishes. The cordless phone rang and she picked it up.

“Hi, Sean,” she said in an even voice. “No, Darryl still isn’t home. He’s still at the police station.” She tried her best to sound extremely sad. “What’s that? You still want to come over? Okay.” She hung up the phone.

“That was Sean?” Darryl asked, puzzled.

“Yeah, that was him. He wants to come over, though I told him you were at the police station,” she said, shaking her head. “Maybe he’s up to something.”

“You may be right, mom.” He agreed. “Stop washing the dishes, go to your room and hide in the closet.” She told him.

“Okay, mom.” He said. She took a steak knife and clutched the handle angrily.

“Mom, don’t do anything to Sean,” he begged.

“Okay, I won’t”. Darryl went back to his room and hid in the closet.

Two minutes later, he heard the doorbell ring. He heard his mom open the door and greet Sean.

She said, “I don’t know how long Darryl will be at the station, ” She said in a fake sad voice.

“I just wanted to talk to you about him.”

“Oh?” she prompted.

“I wanted to tell you that Darryl is being framed for a crime he didn’t commit. But he’ll be away for a long time.”

“Yes, he may,” she said in a cool voice.

All of a sudden, Darryl heard running footsteps. He heard the door close and lock.

“What are you doing in Darryl’s room? And why did you lock the door? She demanded.

Yes, why is he in my room? Darryl wondered.

“I just wanted to lie down on his comfortable bed”. He said.

He lied down on the bed for about two minutes and then got up. Darryl heard drawers open and close. He peeked out from the closet door and saw Sean open and closing several drawers, pawing through his stuff. “I’ve got to find something good of his in these drawers,” Sean mumbled to himself.

He saw Sean open the drawer where he kept his money. $300.00. “Bingo! Eureka!” I have found something good I can keep from him!” Sean said, eying all of the cash. “Good thing he isn’t here,” Sean exclaimed happily. Sean stuffed the $300 into his pockets.

"Sean’s stealing my money! Darryl thought shocked.

Darryl came out of the closet. “You know, if you wanted some money, all you had to do was ask,” he said in a soft voice.

“Noooooo! What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here! You’re supposed to be at the police station!” he exclaimed, looking nervous and looking at Darryl with a wide-eyed deer caught in headlights look.

“They let me go last night. They couldn’t find any evidence that I was a suspect.” He said, telling half the truth and gazing at Sean with a calm face. “And this is MY house."

Sean giggled nervously. “I just wanted to borrow a few dollars from you," he said his voice shaky.

“You didn’t know I was here. How could you borrow money from me when you thought I was incarcerated?” He pointed out softly, looking at Sean intensely.

“I.I”. Sean stammered, sweating. “I just wanted to borrow $20.00 from you.”

“What you just took from me was a WHOLE LOT more than $20.00,” he said in a sweet sing song voice.

“I didn’t mean to do it,” Sean said nervously. He began to squirm.

“You didn’t mean to steal my $300.00?” He repeated, in an incredulous voice. How could you have “not meant” to steal my money?” he asked. Sean continued to squirm.

“I didn’t know you were here,” he said honestly.

“Just give me my money back, and I’ll forget this ever happened,” Darryl said, putting his hand out.

Sean sheepishly got the money out of his pockets and gave him the money back.

Darryl took out 2 $20’s and gave it to him. “Just take it.” He said.

“You mean, you’re giving me money?” Sean asked, in amazement.

“Yes,” he said in an even voice. “You obviously are so desperate for money that you had to go into my room to steal it. You’re good at stealing aren’t you?” He said in a thoughtful voice. "You stole Marco’s life, you stole my credibility when you caused me to be a suspect and landed me in police custody for a crime I didn’t commit, and you stole my money. You would win the Blue Ribbon if stealing were a competition. You would win the Gold medal if stealing were an Olympic event. Now go before I call the cops on you for attempted robbery."

Sean looked sheepish and put the $40.00 in his pocket. He slinked out and barely mumbled bye to Darryl’s mom.

[pinchingyourballs]

Darryl's mom stopped Sean just before he was about the head out the front door. "Why don't you at least take a few cookies I baked last night," she said with fake motherly concern in her voice. She handed him a plate. Darryl looked at the plate and at his mom, who just winked. Sean did not notice the wink and stuffed two cookies in his mouth, chewing them loudly. When he swallowed, Darryl's mom's face morphed into a grin of mischievous glee. Sean looked confused and turned to Darryl, who kept his own countenance blank.

Sean reached for more cookies, "Damn these chocolate chip cookies are goo--" he trailed off. His pupils dilated. He grabbed on to Darryl's arm to steady himself, but the effects of the drugs were too strong. Sean collapsed to the floor and whined softly.

Darryl's mom looked to Darryl and said sternly. "I distinctly told you to hide in the closet. No matter now. We have work to do."

[MisterV]

"Work? What kind of work?"

"Dirty work."

With that Cheryl plunged the steak knife into Sean's heart.

"Darryl, help me lug this SOB to the bath tub."

Dazed and confused, Darryl complied; he then watched in awe as Cheryl quickly and methodically flensed and deboned the erstwhile murderer and wannabe thief.

"Darryl, go get a couple big leaf bags, we got to get rid of this fool."

They bagged the remains and loaded him in the trunk of Cheryl's Yugo; they then motored off deep into the 'glades where Sean soon resided in a gator's gut.

Coming out of his stupor Darryl said "Gee mom, you really surprised me with this one."

Cheryl smiled, then said "I have another surprise for you. Killing always makes me horny."

Without further ado she unzipped her son and massaging his manhood said "Ah, mother's little helper..."

Darryl gulped, then soon had a huge, shit eating grin, thinking "I guess I really AM a mama's boy."

[Tasha]

He touched the front door. “Sean, I have one more thing to say to you before you go.” Darryl said.

“What’s that?” Sean mumbled, looking down at the floor.

“Come back into my room. I have a lot more to talk to you about.”

Sean reluctantly came into Darryl’s room. Darryl closed the door sao that they could talk in private.

“What is up with Mario and Julian acting like your scared little flunkies? What is up with them acting like your “Yes” men? What kind of control do you have over them?” He asked, boring into Sean’s eyes.

“I don’t have any control over them,” he said in a wooden voice. "They choose to act whatever way they want," Sean said looking at him woodenly. Darryl didn’t believe him for one second, but asked, “What is up with this shooting game?”

“We started the shooting game after you left to go to Johnson.” He said.

“You’ve already told me that,” he said in a soft but cool voice.

“The shooting game is a fun game. We shoot people all the time.”

“You’ve told me that too. Darryl said curtly. “Who really started this game?” He asked.

“I did," Sean confessed, lowering his head. "Then I got Mario and Julian involved."

“Did they WANT to play?” he asked suspiciously.

“Yes,” Sean said in a high-pitched voice, obviously lying.

“Okay, let me make this clear,” Darryl said sharply. “What did they do after you shot the first person?”

“They told me I was sick and crazy”, he admitted.

“And then, what did you do?”

“I said that I’d shoot them if they told anyone what they saw me do. They never even played the game. They just watch me shoot a whole bunch of people and they never shoot anyone.”

"So, when you say that "we" shoot people all the time you mean that "you" actually shoot people while Julian and Mario watch." Darryl said, getting "it".

"Yes, you got it," Sean said, looking down at Darryl's bedspread, looking a little embarrassed.

“So when Julian and Mario were trying to get me to shoot that guy”……. Darryl began.

“They would never have let you shoot that guy. They would have snatched that gun out of your hands in a heartbeat,” Sean said, interrupting and looking resigned.

“Anything else that you are holding over their heads?” Darryl asked.

“No,” Sean said, lying again.

“Sean, tell me. Now.” Darryl prompted.

“Yes, but the rest is none of your business,” Sean said curtly.

“Go home, Sean,” Darryl said, looking at him disappointedly. Sean left.

[pinchingyourballs]

“Come back into my room. I have a lot more to talk to you about.” Sean reluctantly came into Darryl’s room. Darryl closed the door sao that they could talk in private.

...

“...They just watch me shoot a whole bunch of people and they never shoot anyone.”

Roberta Period-Singer, using the nom de plume Darryl Garnabbius, removed the page from the typewriter and reread what she just wrote. "Fucking garbage. How the hell is anyone going to buy a story about a hood rat who invites a serial killer into his room for a makeshift therapy session. I might as well go back to writing smut under my old pen name Mohammed Tanaka."

She crumpled the manuscript in disgust and went to the window, gently bending down one of the horizontal blinds. Across the street she espied her elderly neighbor, retired Judge Bob Vellaquamanda, tending to his rose bushes. Hmm... Roberta mused. What about a story about a retired judge who gets high a lot and visits Indian casinos? He could get his dong stuck in a glory hole while being sucked off by an Indian chief, fall in love with said Indian chief, and live happily ever after with his gay lover on the rez.

As Roberta frolicked in her gay Indian reverie, someone snapped her out of it by knocking on her door. Who the devil could that be she wondered?

[TheGrimReaper]

Roberta Period-Singer, using the nom de plume Darryl Garnabbius, removed the page from the typewriter and reread what she just wrote.
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As Roberta frolicked in her gay Indian reverie, someone snapped her out of it by knocking on her door. Who the devil could that be she wondered?

The devil, of course. But, it's a bit of a story, and, at least a story that makes great "mathematical" sense, unlike Tasha's crap, which any fool like V can make up, while taking modern English language to be slang (from which he can't learn anything new). Ha.

To recap - sounds in the backgraound, of Garnabby typing furiously, nay, feverishly, like a zombie ant fungal-infected madman, hoping to get on to some real work yet, tonight - from the GAT, "the Holy Ghost" is 582/582 in Satanic/ Reverse Satanic cyphers, but, as curiously, thus "the son" is 291/291, respectively, by the same cyphers. Notice that (582 / 2) = 291, and, so, not only is also "the son" its reverse value, it's half of the thus value of "& the Holy Ghost". More than strange, it's a very spooky occurrence, as if destined, in also the divine sense. Wait! There's more, and more, and even more. "God, the Father" is thus 537/627 by the same thus cyphers. And, [(537 + 627) / 2] = 582 ---> 582/582, in two parts, as with "the Holy Ghost", with a bit of thus asymmetry to allow for that of the phrase, "God, the Father," compared to "the son", and "the Holy Ghost", with God over all three in the Trinity. Yes, I'm sure that there's still more to the specific thus numerical properties of 537/627, but, for another day. At first glance, thought, if shift 1 from the 3, to the 7, then it's 582, as with shifting 1 from the 6, to the 7, again, then it, too, is 582 . Sigh, just the way that the Biblically gematrical numerals come around.

Now, in corresponding fashion, "Satan, the Father" thus yields 636/722 ---> 696/722, given that 30 = sqrt(900), and, so, that 3 becomes a 9. Which yields the old stand-by numerals, of 9/6, and, 2/7, yet again, for the significant digits of the years, and birth dates, of yours truly. "The spawn" thus yields, 386/390. Notice that 386 = (390 - 3 - 1) ---> (1 + 339), and, that 390 = 39*10 = 39 * [antilog(3^0)] ---> 339. And, thus, "& Unholy Specter" yeilds 636/625 ---> 696/272, given that 625 = 25^2 ---> 272 by flipping the 5 across to make a 7. And, likewise, to put this part together, (6√96 + 722) = 1358. 1358 = (100 + 1258) ---> 1/(1/582) = 582, as before, with the God stuff. Moreover, [(6√96 + 722) / 2] = 679 = [(1 + 339) + 339], in terms of two of "the spawn's", and, with 339 ---> 333 . But, what of (636 + 625) = 1261, which is only 3 from 1258? How about flip a 6, to a 9, and, then, have it as √9 .

The only difference being that the devil felt left out, and, so, He scrambled the letters of, the, within "& Unholy Specter". Something like this. I may clean it up, if necessary, a bit later on. And, with the three S's for 555, as opposed to three G's, for 666 .

When someone is in league with the devil, a preacher might refer to them as “Satan’s spawn.” Your dad probably find something satanic in the kids next door when he refers to them as the neighbor’s spawn.

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The only difference being that the devil felt left out, and, so, He scrambled the letters of, the, within "& Unholy Specter".

Oh, but of course t is the 20th letter, h is the 8th letter, and, e is the 5th letter, for 582/582, the more-direct equivalent for "& Unholy Spectre" to come to "the Holy Ghost", at 582/582 .


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[Tasha]

Darryl went out of his room and went to his mom, who was in the kitchen. He sat down at the kitchen table and sighed exasperatedly. “What am I going to do with Sean?” he asked feeling frustrated and tired. “He stole $300.00 from me! Or at least he tried to.

I saw him stuff $ 300.00 of mine into his pockets! Then I came out of the closet and confronted him. He told me he didn’t mean to steal my $300.00!” Darryl shook his head. “How can ANYONE “not mean” to steal” $300.00? Unless they are possessed or under some sort of mind control. And Sean, to the best of my knowledge is neither."

“So what did you do?” She asked him, intrigued. “I told him to give me my money back, and that I’d forget about him stealing my money. He gave it back to me.”

“What happened next?” She prompted.

“I gave him 2 20’s from the money and told him to take it.”

“Why would you give him $40.00?" She asked flabbergasted.

“I gave it to him because I could see he really needed the money and I still want him as my friend, and I am there for him. I care for him a lot. No matter what he did to me,” Darryl said sincerely.

“But Sean doesn’t seem to be a good friend to you. He got you an arrest warrant and got you put in police custody for something you didn’t do."

Darryl paused for a while, looking thoughtful. Then he looked at his mom with chagrined eyes again.

“What happened this time?” She asked him warily.

“I am remembering how I used to be. Remembering my past. The mistakes I made.”

“You mean when you stole 4 cars and took them for joyrides, robbed 3 houses, mugged 10 people, and robbed 7 convenience stores?” She asked him knowingly.

“Yeah,” Darryl said shyly. You gave me two “B” choices when you found out all that I did. Boot Camp or Boarding School at Johnson. I choice Boarding School, and you didn’t have to pay because I was doing well enough in school to get a scholarship." He smiled.

“But all of that’s behind you. You haven’t done any of that in over a year. You’ve changed for the better.”

“You’re right, mom,” he said, giving her a happy, proud smile. “Hey, maybe I should talk to Mario and Julian.”

“Maybe.” She said. “I have to go to work,” She gave him a kiss, grabbed her keys, and they said bye to each other.

She got into her car and drove off. Darryl stared at the cordless phone. Who should he call first? Mario or Julian? Mario, he decided. He called him. Mario answered.

“Hey, Mario, I have something to ask you.”

“Hi Darryl, you’re back!” He said happily. Then in a wary tone, he said, “Are you mad at Julian and me? For leaving you in trouble when the ambulance and police came? Julian and I wanted to stay with you, but Sean didn’t want us to stay with you. He said you’d gotten yourself into this mess and that you had to stand alone.” Mario gasped. “I wasn’t supposed to say that! Forget what I just said,” Mario said, sounding fearful.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about.” Darryl said. “Are you afraid of Sean?”

Mario hesitated for a long while. “Yes,” he said in a reluctant tone.

“Why?” Darryl asked, concerned.

“I did something REALLY bad, and Sean is holding that over my head. He’s blackmailing me. And not only that, Sean isn’t normal,” Mario said fearfully. “He’s snapped.”

“What do you mean “he isn’t normal?”

“Maybe we should do three- way with Julian, so we can explain further," Mario suggested.

Darryl agreed and called Julian and put him on three-way.

“Hey Julian,” Darryl said when Julian answered. “I’ve got Mario on three-way with us.” Mario and Julian said hi to each other. Julian said, ‘Hi Darryl. I’m glad you’re back," happily.

“So am I.” Darryl said. “But Julian, I have to ask you something. Are you afraid of Sean?” Julian said, “Yes, I am. And so is Mario.” Julian said to Mario, “Isn’t Sean just scary?” Mario said, “Yes, he is.”

Darryl said, “Mario said that he wasn’t normal. He said that Sean had snapped.”

“Do you think that shooting people for fun is “normal”? Mario stated.

“Hell, no,” Darryl replied.

Julian said, “All of a sudden, he started shooting people for fun. And forcing us to watch him. He forces us to be quiet about what he does all the time. He’s killed at least 5 people. And we can’t say anything, or he will shoot us next. Thank goodness you were there to see him kill Marco Smith. Now you see what we go through with Sean constantly. Thank goodness you got the paramedics and police involved. Too bad that you had to take the fall for what Sean did,” Julian said apologetically.

Mario said, “Remember when all four of us used to play fun games?” Mario asked.

Julian said, “I do.”

Darryl said, “Me too.”

“Well, the day after you left to go to Johnson, Sean snapped and took his father’s gun and started shooting people with it,” Mario said, shuddering.

Julian said, “Yes. RIGHT after you left to go to Johnson”, he said with emphasis.

“Hey, why are you blaming me for this shooting game of Sean’s? Darryl asked indignant. “I didn’t ask for Sean to start this game.”

“We aren’t.” Julian said.

“Oh.” Darryl said. “Is he blackmailing you with something, Julian?” Darryl asked, concerned.

“Yes. I did something regrettable a while ago,” Julian said, sounding self-conscious.

“What did you do?” Darryl asked.

“I. I,”…. Julian stammered.

“Maybe you two should come over to my house and we can tell Darryl everything, face-to-0face-to-face,” Mario suggested.

“Okay,” Julian agreed. ‘I’ll be right there.”

Darryl said, “Me too. I’ll just tell my mom first.”

“Okay”, Mario and Julian agreed in unison.

Darryl spoke to his mom and said that he’d be at Mario’s house. She said, “Okay.”

Darryl put on his shoes, got his keys, went out of the door and locked it. Then he walked to Mario’s house.

Julian was already there. Mario and he were sitting on the family room couch.

They all said hi (again) and Mario looked at Darryl sheepishly.

“Okay, here is what I did that Sean is blackmailing me with…….. I stole my dad’s Buick and took it for a joyride. I hit a parked police car with it. After doing that, I drove away in a panic. I ended up hitting two more cars on the road. I sped at 80 MPH in a 40 MPH zone. I ran 5 red lights and 4 Stop signs. The car was banged up pretty badly, but miraculously was still working properly. I parked the car four blocks away from our house. When my dad woke up the next morning, he thought the car had been stolen. I “agreed’ with him, knowing what had really happened.”

Mario continued. “He borrowed my mom’s car to look for it after reporting it as stolen. He found it banged up and had to have it towed, which cost a lot of money, and then he had to pay to get it repaired. He had to tell the police that he found the car. I felt horrible and still do. I felt even worse when I found out that Sean had taken a picture of me driving the car and I didn’t even know he saw me driving the car. He threatens me constantly with that picture and he threatens to tell my dad everything and show the picture to him. He has the picture hidden somewhere."

Darryl whistled softly. “That’s a BIG thing to blackmail you with.” He shook his head sympathetically.

"I did something equally bad. It could ruin my life if Sean told...... I don't even want to tell you what I did because it's so bad."

“Do you see why Julian and I act like Sean’s flunkies? His “yes” men? Act like his little slaves? If we don’t, he will ruin our lives even worse than he already has.” Mario said.

[MisterV]

Mario's bedroom door opened and the lads espied his sister, Tashio standing there, smiling while eating a leg of fried chicken.

"I heard what you said Mario and if you don't do what I tell you to do I'm going to tell dad and the cops."

Mario looked glum, eyes to the ground, without hope: only then did Darryl speak up.

"Uh, I wouldn't say a word if I were you, Tashio. You see, if you do Sean will learn about it and shoot you, too."

Tashio stared at the hideous handbag she clutched, as always using it to divine the answer to life's Questions and its Deep Mysteries.

"I got it. I heard what you said about Sean shooting all those people so I'll just call the cops on him right now, and with him arrested and in prison I'll be safe."

She dialed her phone, made the report, then walked away, smirking.

"Holy shit, it's gonna hit the fan now" mused Juian.

How right he was.

[pinchingyourballs]

Mario, Sean, Julian, and Darryl shook hands and thanked and welcomed one another and vowed to stop doing bad stuff and snitching to the fuzz. Then they headed to Garnaboob CryoTech Labs and filled out lots of paperwork and had themselves cryogenically preserved for 1000 years.

In the year 3025 they were thawed out and reintroduced to human civilization -- what was left of it anyway. Turns out that 99.99999% of all human life had been wiped out and replaced with AI forum chat bots. The only humans that were left in the world were people like Mario, Sean, Julian, and Darryl, who had the foresight to put themselves on ice. AI could basically do everything but make good porn, especially gay porn.

Mario, Sean, Julian, and Darryl were promptly given jobs in the only industry that still hired humans...

[Tasha]

"What did you do, Julian?"Darryl asked softly. "You can tell me."

“Well, I drove drunk after a party and crashed my car. If the cops find out I was driving drunk, I’d get a DUI and end up in prison for a long time. Guess who was at the party and saw me get drunk?”

“Sean?” Darryl guessed knowingly.

“You got it. He did not know I drove away drunk though. But he did see me driving later on…. He threatened to tell what I had done……” Julian said, troubled.

Darryl said, “Come on, we outnumber Sean. We can ban together and go against him. We can be like the Charmed Hallowell Sisters…… We can be like Piper, Phoebe, and Paige. Sean is the Source that we need to vanquish.”

“Brothers” ,Mario corrected him. “We can be like the Charmed Brothers, if there were to be Brothers.”

“You watch too much TV, Darryl, "Julian said, teasingly.

“And besides, we don’t have the magical powers that the three P’s have," Mario pointed out.

“We may not have powers, but there is something we can do. We can kidnap Sean," Darryl said with an evil, wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Kidnap Sean?” Mario and Julian repeated in unison, in shocked tones.

“Yes. We can hit him over the head and put him in a dark basement, all alone, or so he will think"…….

“What is going on in your evil mind?" Julian asked , looking at Darryl with new eyes. "You do still have a little of the old Darryl”…….

“I’m just tired of Sean pushing you guys around like this. I totally believe you guys when you say he blackmails you. And he tried to push me around too by bringing up my past yesterday…….Maybe he will like a little of his past blown up in his face….. or should I say PRESENT?” Darryl said with an evil chuckle.

“So what’s the plan?” Julian asked eagerly.

“I’ll tell you later, just meet me at my house in 20 minutes and bring flashlights.”

“Okay.” they both agreed.

Darryl went home and got his mini tape recorder and voice changer. He got out his blank tape, put it in the mini tape recorder, pressed record, and put the voice changer in front of his mouth.

He said in a weird voice, “Sean Masters, you must pay for stealing my life. You killed me and took me away from my family….. OOH…. I am here to GET you for stealing my life. I will take yours for revenge. HAHAHA” Darryl said in a booming voice. Darryl stopped talking, hit STOP on the recorder, pressed rewind, and pressed play. The voice changer REALLY made it seem like a tortured soul…….Even Darryl felt a little chill. It was PERFECT!

Julian and Mario came over. "So, tell us the plan". Mario said.

"Okay", Darryl said. He let them listen to the message.

“What the hell was that?” Julian said, jumping back. His eyes bulged in fear……

“That was me.” Darryl said, smiling a devilish smile.

“No, I know what you sound like, and that wasn’t you,"Julian said, sounding scared.

Mario said uneasily, “I feel like I’m being haunted.”

“Guys, the voice said, "Sean Masters," not "Julian," or "Mario." All I did was talk into a voice changer.”

“That was really good,” Mario said, laughing forced laughter.

“Yeah", Julian said, chuckling nervously.

"The plan is to break into Sean’s house and kidnap him. But we need disguises." He went to the attic and got out three old bed sheets. "Wear these over yourselves.”

Mario and Julian took the old sheets and looked at him warily. “Are you sure?” Julian asked him.

“Yes.” All three of them put the sheets on.

“Now, let’s go. I’ve already got the credit card," Darryl said, smiling wickedly.

They all walked to Sean’s house. They looked in Sean’s bedroom. He was asleep.

Darryl said, “I’ve done this three times before, so what’s a fourth try?” He put the credit card in the front door lock and jimmied the lock. He opened the door. They all went into Sean’s bedroom and dragged him out of bed to the floor. Sean groggily opened his eyes, “What’s going on?" He asked.

Darryl punched Sean's temple really hard. Sean softly grunted, and then his body fell down, and then lied there, still. They all put Sean into a gigantic bag and left holes for air. They all struggled to bring Sean to the old abandoned house. They opened the door which had been unlocked for 20 years and used their flashlights to see around the house.

They took Sean out of the bag.They found the basement and found a chair and some rope on the basement floor. Darryl said, “Help me tie him to the chair.” They all took some rope, put Sean on the chair and tied him well.

Darryl took the voice changer and tape recorder out. "Both of you moan in ghostly voices that you are tortured souls of Sean’s dead victims."

He put the voice changer to Julian, and Darryl pressed record, Julian said, “I want my life back. I was too young to die! I was only 23 with a full life ahead of me and a bright future. Now, you killed me and ended all of my dreams. My soul is trapped." Julian stopped. Darryl pressed stop.

Darryl did the same thing to Mario. Mario said, “I am Marco Smith, the old grandfather you killed yesterday. I had 12 grandchildren who loved me, and you took me away from them by killing me. Now, my soul wonders around, trapped.”

All together, they said, “And now you must DIE, Sean Masters!”

Darryl pressed rewind, and played the tape. “Ooh, that is a pretty spooky thing"………..Julian said shivering.

“And you KNOW it’s us,” Darryl said uncomfortably.

“Yeah, it is pretty spooky," Mario agreed. "Downright SCARY". Mario said, shuddering. "Maybe Sean will faint from pure horror!" His brown eyes twinkled. He rubbed his short cropped black hair and rubbed his dark cocoa cheeks. He rubbed his slightly stocky build.

Julian patted his high-top fade. He rubbed his chin and smiled at Darryl, with a twinkle in his medium brown eyes. He rubbed his muscular stomach.

Darryl told them, “Let’s hide behind these old paintings.” They hid behind towering paintings of Michelangelo imitations and Pablo Picasso paintings. Sean began to come to.

“Where am I?" He moaned softly. Darryl pressed play on the recordings, and the voices played. Darryl had put the volume up really loud.

The voices moaned about Sean stealing their life and Sean sweated, and his eyes bulged out…..

“No, who are you people?” Sean asked, squirming around in the chair, finding himself tied. “How did I get here? I don’t believe in ghosts,” Sean said sounding unconvincing.

Then the final voice played.

“AND NOW YOU MUST DIE!” the voices boomed together.

“NOOOOOOOOOO"! Sean let out a scared, tortured scream/moan. He tried to move fast, but he couldn’t, because he was tied.

Darryl, Julian, and Mario came out. Darryl had the voice changer under his clothes and talked to it under the sheet. Sean couldn’t see to well because of the darkness of the basement.

“Sean Masters, you killed innocent people with your shooting game"……. He said in a spooky voice.

Sean looked terrified…….. “I’m sorry" he said. "Just let me go.” He said in a little tinny voice. He began to tremble violently.

“NOOOO!” Darryl cried in a booming voice. “Why should we? You stole our lives. Now it’s time for you to know what it feels like to have no life!”

“I’m sorry.” Sean said, still shaking violently.

“Sorry won’t cut it. No more killing innocent people. It’s time for you to DIE!” Darryl boomed.

“ NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Sean wailed in a scared voice. All three of them got closer to Sean and they began to rock the chair Sean was on. Sean got so scared, he started to cry loudly. Then he tried to rock himself out of harm’s way.

He ended up getting up with the chair and tried to run. He ended up falling sideways away from Darryl, Mario, and Julian. He ended up knocking himself unconscious. Darryl hit him again on the head with an old arm chair. They untied Sean and put him in the bag and dragged him back home and put him back on his bed.

Darryl said, “We should leave right now and each go to our separate houses. Thank you for everything." He smiled at them.

Julian and Mario both agreed , welcomed him, and all three of them went to their separate houses.

[TheGrimReaper]

"What did you do, Julian?"Darryl asked softly. "You can tell me."

“Well, I drove drunk after a party and crashed my car. If the cops find out I was driving drunk, I’d get a DUI and end up in prison for a long time. Guess who was at the party and saw me get drunk?”

“Sean?” Darryl guessed knowingly.

“You got it. He did not know I drove away drunk though. But he did see me driving later on…. He threatened to tell what I had done……” Julian said, troubled.

Darryl said, “Come on, we outnumber Sean. We can ban together and go against him. We can be like the Charmed Hallowell Sisters…… We can be like Piper, Phoebe, and Paige. Sean is the Source that we need to vanquish.”

“Brothers” ,Mario corrected him. “We can be like the Charmed Brothers, if there were to be Brothers.”

“You watch too much TV, Darryl, "Julian said, teasingly.

“And besides, we don’t have the magical powers that the three P’s have," Mario pointed out.

“We may not have powers, but there is something we can do. We can kidnap Sean," Darryl said with an evil, wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Kidnap Sean?” Mario and Julian repeated in unison, in shocked tones.

“Yes. We can hit him over the head and put him in a dark basement, all alone, or so he will think"…….

“What is going on in your evil mind?" Julian asked , looking at Darryl with new eyes. "You do still have a little of the old Darryl”…….

“I’m just tired of Sean pushing you guys around like this. I totally believe you guys when you say he blackmails you. And he tried to push me around too by bringing up my past yesterday…….Maybe he will like a little of his past blown up in his face….. or should I say PRESENT?” Darryl said with an evil chuckle.

“So what’s the plan?” Julian asked eagerly.

“I’ll tell you later, just meet me at my house in 20 minutes and bring flashlights.”

“Okay.” they both agreed.

Darryl went home and got his mini tape recorder and voice changer. He got out his blank tape, put it in the mini tape recorder, pressed record, and put the voice changer in front of his mouth.

He said in a weird voice, “Sean Masters, you must pay for stealing my life. You killed me and took me away from my family….. OOH…. I am here to GET you for stealing my life. I will take yours for revenge. HAHAHA” Darryl said in a booming voice. Darryl stopped talking, hit STOP on the recorder, pressed rewind, and pressed play. The voice changer REALLY made it seem like a tortured soul…….Even Darryl felt a little chill. It was PERFECT!

Julian and Mario came over. "So, tell us the plan". Mario said.

"Okay", Darryl said. He let them listen to the message.

“What the hell was that?” Julian said, jumping back. His eyes bulged in fear……

“That was me.” Darryl said, smiling a devilish smile.

“No, I know what you sound like, and that wasn’t you,"Julian said, sounding scared.

Mario said uneasily, “I feel like I’m being haunted.”

“Guys, the voice said, "Sean Masters," not "Julian," or "Mario." All I did was talk into a voice changer.”

“That was really good,” Mario said, laughing forced laughter.

“Yeah", Julian said, chuckling nervously.

"The plan is to break into Sean’s house and kidnap him. But we need disguises." He went to the attic and got out three old bed sheets. "Wear these over yourselves.”

Mario and Julian took the old sheets and looked at him warily. “Are you sure?” Julian asked him.

“Yes.” All three of them put the sheets on.

“Now, let’s go. I’ve already got the credit card," Darryl said, smiling wickedly.

They all walked to Sean’s house. They looked in Sean’s bedroom. He was asleep.

Darryl said, “I’ve done this three times before, so what’s a fourth try?” He put the credit card in the front door lock and jimmied the lock. He opened the door. They all went into Sean’s bedroom and dragged him out of bed to the floor. Sean groggily opened his eyes, “What’s going on?" He asked.

Darryl punched Sean's temple really hard. Sean softly grunted, and then his body fell down, and then lied there, still. They all put Sean into a gigantic bag and left holes for air. They all struggled to bring Sean to the old abandoned house. They opened the door which had been unlocked for 20 years and used their flashlights to see around the house.

They took Sean out of the bag.They found the basement and found a chair and some rope on the basement floor. Darryl said, “Help me tie him to the chair.” They all took some rope, put Sean on the chair and tied him well.

Darryl took the voice changer and tape recorder out. "Both of you moan in ghostly voices that you are tortured souls of Sean’s dead victims."

He put the voice changer to Julian, and Darryl pressed record, Julian said, “I want my life back. I was too young to die! I was only 23 with a full life ahead of me and a bright future. Now, you killed me and ended all of my dreams. My soul is trapped." Julian stopped. Darryl pressed stop.

Darryl did the same thing to Mario. Mario said, “I am Marco Smith, the old grandfather you killed yesterday. I had 12 grandchildren who loved me, and you took me away from them by killing me. Now, my soul wonders around, trapped.”

All together, they said, “And now you must DIE, Sean Masters!”

Darryl pressed rewind, and played the tape. “Ooh, that is a pretty spooky thing"………..Julian said shivering.

“And you KNOW it’s us,” Darryl said uncomfortably.

“Yeah, it is pretty spooky," Mario agreed. "Downright SCARY". Mario said, shuddering. "Maybe Sean will faint from pure horror!" His brown eyes twinkled. He rubbed his short cropped black hair and rubbed his dark cocoa cheeks. He rubbed his slightly stocky build.

Julian patted his high-top fade. He rubbed his chin and smiled at Darryl, with a twinkle in his medium brown eyes. He rubbed his muscular stomach.

Darryl told them, “Let’s hide behind these old paintings.” They hid behind towering paintings of Michelangelo imitations and Pablo Picasso paintings. Sean began to come to.

“Where am I?" He moaned softly. Darryl pressed play on the recordings, and the voices played. Darryl had put the volume up really loud.

The voices moaned about Sean stealing their life and Sean sweated, and his eyes bulged out…..

“No, who are you people?” Sean asked, squirming around in the chair, finding himself tied. “How did I get here? I don’t believe in ghosts,” Sean said sounding unconvincing.

Then the final voice played.

“AND NOW YOU MUST DIE!” the voices boomed together.

“NOOOOOOOOOO"! Sean let out a scared, tortured scream/moan. He tried to move fast, but he couldn’t, because he was tied.

Darryl, Julian, and Mario came out. Darryl had the voice changer under his clothes and talked to it under the sheet. Sean couldn’t see to well because of the darkness of the basement.

“Sean Masters, you killed innocent people with your shooting game"……. He said in a spooky voice.

Sean looked terrified…….. “I’m sorry" he said. "Just let me go.” He said in a little tinny voice. He began to tremble violently.

“NOOOO!” Darryl cried in a booming voice. “Why should we? You stole our lives. Now it’s time for you to know what it feels like to have no life!”

“I’m sorry.” Sean said, still shaking violently.

“Sorry won’t cut it. No more killing innocent people. It’s time for you to DIE!” Darryl boomed.

“ NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Sean wailed in a scared voice. All three of them got closer to Sean and they began to rock the chair Sean was on. Sean got so scared, he started to cry loudly. Then he tried to rock himself out of harm’s way.

He ended up getting up with the chair and tried to run. He ended up falling sideways away from Darryl, Mario, and Julian. He ended up knocking himself unconscious. Darryl hit him again on the head with an old arm chair. They untied Sean and put him in the bag and dragged him back home and put him back on his bed.

Darryl said, “We should leave right now and each go to our separate houses. Thank you for everything." He smiled at them.

Julian and Mario both agreed , welcomed him, and all three of them went to their separate houses.

Tasha, your words have meaning, but, nobody reads 'em. Unlike V's, which have no meaning even though read. The two types of trash. Ha.

If a tree falls in the forest ... then who cares? It fell.

[MisterV]

Tasha, your words have meaning, but, nobody reads 'em. Unlike V's, which have no meaning even though read. The two types of trash. Ha.
If a tree falls in the forest ... then who cares? It fell.

Sean awoke in a pool of sweat and blood; ocher still seeped from a gash on his head.

"Whoa, what happened?"

He recalled and reconstructed the recent events.

"It was those three stooges I hang around with. Thought they were so smart but I recognized their shoes; Julian always wears Nike Airs, Marco loves Avia and Darryl wears Crocs."

He got out of bed, cleaned up and grabbed his Glock, intending to "set things right."

But first he called his weird uncle in the wilds of Canada, to follow up on something.

"Hi uncle Garnabbus, just wondering if you incorporated my work on string theory into your TOE?

"Of course I did, and my theory simply rocks. Too bad nobody gives a shit about me or my theory."

"Why not take a page from the patented American psycho-shooter play book? Kill a lot of strangers then get caught and be sure the media gets your TOE as your manifesto. Fame will follow."

Garnabbus spit out the arctic char he'd been dining on, screamed "Eureka!" but espying a polar bear approaching his igloo he said "Thanks, but I've got to go."

As always when bears aimed to feast upon his eminence he festooned himself in his realistic Yeti costume and exited the igloo, yelling, roaring and waving his arms, chasing the now frightened bear away.

"It's good to be the King" he mused.