Post by hardcorehobo on Jun 25, 2019 16:36:59 GMT -5
Olaf is seen walking up to a nearby 7-11, Jason Kel in tow.
Jason: Why are we here, Olaf?
Hobo: That bastard Rajaa was last seen hanging around here and I aim to find him. I owe that prick a receipt
The Hardcore Hobo and Jason enter the convenience store and see two Indian male workers shooting the shit
Hobo: You jackasses seen a moron dressed in stupid gold clothes, looks like King Midas took a shit after eating too much curry? Answers to Tinkle Mahballs?
Both men regard Olaf angrily while Jason lowers his head in shame
Panjit: Motherfuck to you, benchode! Why you talk this shit? Can you believe this ass, Vikram?
Vikram: This same man that crap all over bathroom two days ago! Get out you homeless goatfucker!
Hobo: First off, that hotdog you sold me gave me the galloping trots so that’s your fault! Second, you’d better tell me where to find that freak with the shitty mustache or I’m gonna kick your asses.
Vikram: I know who you are looking for but I tell you nothing. I no help you!
Panjit: Get lost, mother bitch.
Olaf slowly cracks his neck.
Hobo: Hard way it is.
The Hardcore Hobo attacks Vikram by the chips, knocking him into a stack of Fritos onto his ass. A panicked Panjit activates the silent alarm. Olaf then piledrives Vikram onto a case of Coors, beers exploding in every direction.
Panjit: I kill you, godless son of a pig!
Before Panjit can react Olaf jumps over the counter with a lariat. Olaf gets up and slams Panjit’s head onto the glass counter, shattering it. He then drags him over to the hotdog case and grinds his face onto the hot rollers, severely burning his flesh. Panjit screams in agony. Vikram starts to come to.
Vikram: Please, stop. We don’t know where the man you’re looking for lives. He comes by here once in a while to buy mustache cream. Please let us be!
The sound of sirens and flashing lights illuminate the front door as the cops come in guns blazing.
Cop: Hands up fuckers! You with the camera! Turn that shit off now and eat the floor!
Jason: Don’t shoot! I don’t want to go to jail! I can’t be a prison bitch again!
A trio of cops take Olaf and beat the shit out of him with nightsticks. The camera falls the the floor with a thud and the frame fills with tile floor. Olaf can be heard screaming unintelligibly as batons batter his body. Suddenly, without warning, the picture goes black as the camera is shut off.
Jason: Why are we here, Olaf?
Hobo: That bastard Rajaa was last seen hanging around here and I aim to find him. I owe that prick a receipt
The Hardcore Hobo and Jason enter the convenience store and see two Indian male workers shooting the shit
Hobo: You jackasses seen a moron dressed in stupid gold clothes, looks like King Midas took a shit after eating too much curry? Answers to Tinkle Mahballs?
Both men regard Olaf angrily while Jason lowers his head in shame
Panjit: Motherfuck to you, benchode! Why you talk this shit? Can you believe this ass, Vikram?
Vikram: This same man that crap all over bathroom two days ago! Get out you homeless goatfucker!
Hobo: First off, that hotdog you sold me gave me the galloping trots so that’s your fault! Second, you’d better tell me where to find that freak with the shitty mustache or I’m gonna kick your asses.
Vikram: I know who you are looking for but I tell you nothing. I no help you!
Panjit: Get lost, mother bitch.
Olaf slowly cracks his neck.
Hobo: Hard way it is.
The Hardcore Hobo attacks Vikram by the chips, knocking him into a stack of Fritos onto his ass. A panicked Panjit activates the silent alarm. Olaf then piledrives Vikram onto a case of Coors, beers exploding in every direction.
Panjit: I kill you, godless son of a pig!
Before Panjit can react Olaf jumps over the counter with a lariat. Olaf gets up and slams Panjit’s head onto the glass counter, shattering it. He then drags him over to the hotdog case and grinds his face onto the hot rollers, severely burning his flesh. Panjit screams in agony. Vikram starts to come to.
Vikram: Please, stop. We don’t know where the man you’re looking for lives. He comes by here once in a while to buy mustache cream. Please let us be!
The sound of sirens and flashing lights illuminate the front door as the cops come in guns blazing.
Cop: Hands up fuckers! You with the camera! Turn that shit off now and eat the floor!
Jason: Don’t shoot! I don’t want to go to jail! I can’t be a prison bitch again!
A trio of cops take Olaf and beat the shit out of him with nightsticks. The camera falls the the floor with a thud and the frame fills with tile floor. Olaf can be heard screaming unintelligibly as batons batter his body. Suddenly, without warning, the picture goes black as the camera is shut off.