Grocer Man vs Reno
t2
Grocer Man, dressed in a movie theater employee outfit, was walking home. Stargazer walked alongside him, smiling at everything he said.
Stargazer: So, you lived in Toronto most of your life?
Grocer Man: Not really, just a couple years, most of the time I was living with my Dad in Washington.
Stargazer: The city?
Grocer Man: Yeah.
Just then a limo pulled up. A butler, female, walks out, walking over to the passenger side on the back. She opened the door, and a Gentlemen's gentlemen steps out, wearing suspenders and had a long, handlebar mustache. His head was bald, and he also had on boxer gloves.
Boxer: My my, is this what you have become?
Grocer Man: You talking to me or her?
Boxer: Has she recieved a letter to join a gentlemen's club? I think not. Now, my name is J.Agamemnon, and I'm one of the seven evil veterans. I voted to call us a a guild, but that damn vulgar scientist wouldn't go for it.
Butler: I want to punch him.
Boxer: Later dear.
Grocer Man: Wait...I know your voice.
Boxer: You remember? How quaint.
Grocer Man: Yeah, you worked at the video rental place, down the street right?
The Boxer deflates.
Boxer: You are wrong, it is I, your high school bully!
Grocer Man: Mark?
Boxer: No
Grocer Man: Jake?
Boxer: No...
Grocer Man: George?
Boxer: For good sakes man, how many bullies did you have.
Grocer Man starts counting on his fingers, then looks over at Stargazer.
Grocer Man: Can I use your fingers as well?
Stargazer: Sure.
Grocer Man starts counting on her fingers as well.
Boxer: Oh for...listen man, It is I J.Agamemnon!
J.Agamemnon
Age:29
Favorite Saying: You have no dignity
He poses, a rose appearing out of nowhere in his hand, which he then throws at Grocer Man's feet. He picks it up and hands it over to Stargazer.
Grocer Man: I honestly don't remember you.
Butler: Do you remember me! HIBIKI!
Hibiki
Age: Ask a girl her age? I don't think so.
Favorite Saying: YOU GOOGLE IT!
Stargazer: Thanks for the rose...
J.Agamemnon: Alright, listen up you piece of gutter trash, I'm going to make sure you don't join the club.
Grocer Man: I still have no idea what this club is.
J. Agamemnon: And I don't care, LET'S GO. CORKSCREW PUNCH!