Ultimate Houde
UC's Resident Genetic Recombinator
Seven days ago
Compound was in the forensic room alone. He was trying to get the tape to work, but couldn't figure out such old school technology.
Compound: I no understand, how does this fit into CD player?
After a few more fruitful tries, he decided he needed help, and went to the one person in the building he thought could figure out the technology, or make something that could help him out.
He found that person, Ult. Spider Fan (known as USF from here on out).
USF was surrounded by cardboard and glue in his workstation. He worked on making gadgets and other knickknacks for the police force to use to punish the criminal underbelly of New York.
And he liked to make them.
Compound: Hep
USF: What?
Compound: I need hep
USF: I really have no clue what your saying man, you wanna try out my new gadget.
He handed Compound huge fist like object.
USF: Dude, we could use this to punch people out and stuff, it be awesome.
Compound rolled his eyes, and handed USF a tape.
USF: Whoa man, it's a tape. You want me to have this.
Compound: I need you to pray this
USF: Pray it?
Compound: PRAY IT!
USF: Pray it?
Compound: PRAY IT!
USF: Pray it?
Compound: PRAY IT!
USF: Pray it?
Compound threw the fist on the ground, and picked up a pen. He wrote "play it" on a random scrap of cardboard.
USF: Oh, why didn't you say that man?
Compound: I rid.
USF: Rid?
After a few more frustrating minutes, USF played the tape. Compound, by the end of it, was crying. Taking the tape, he made a bee-line for OurChair.
OurChair was in the process of running the body around the building. He believed just because someone is dead doesn't mean they should let their body go. He handed OurChair the tape after catching up with him.
OurChair: Wow, this is some old piece of technology.
Compound: It has E shooting GMonkey.
OurChair: Whose GMonkey?
Compound: No idea.
OurChair: Alright, let's take this to E then, see what he has to say about it. But tomorrow, it's getting aroudn quitting time.
Compound: So...cow pie?
OurChair: Sound's good to me.
They walked off, leaving the dead body of GMaster on the sidewalk of the building.
Compound was in the forensic room alone. He was trying to get the tape to work, but couldn't figure out such old school technology.
Compound: I no understand, how does this fit into CD player?
After a few more fruitful tries, he decided he needed help, and went to the one person in the building he thought could figure out the technology, or make something that could help him out.
He found that person, Ult. Spider Fan (known as USF from here on out).
USF was surrounded by cardboard and glue in his workstation. He worked on making gadgets and other knickknacks for the police force to use to punish the criminal underbelly of New York.
And he liked to make them.
Compound: Hep
USF: What?
Compound: I need hep
USF: I really have no clue what your saying man, you wanna try out my new gadget.
He handed Compound huge fist like object.
USF: Dude, we could use this to punch people out and stuff, it be awesome.
Compound rolled his eyes, and handed USF a tape.
USF: Whoa man, it's a tape. You want me to have this.
Compound: I need you to pray this
USF: Pray it?
Compound: PRAY IT!
USF: Pray it?
Compound: PRAY IT!
USF: Pray it?
Compound: PRAY IT!
USF: Pray it?
Compound threw the fist on the ground, and picked up a pen. He wrote "play it" on a random scrap of cardboard.
USF: Oh, why didn't you say that man?
Compound: I rid.
USF: Rid?
After a few more frustrating minutes, USF played the tape. Compound, by the end of it, was crying. Taking the tape, he made a bee-line for OurChair.
OurChair was in the process of running the body around the building. He believed just because someone is dead doesn't mean they should let their body go. He handed OurChair the tape after catching up with him.
OurChair: Wow, this is some old piece of technology.
Compound: It has E shooting GMonkey.
OurChair: Whose GMonkey?
Compound: No idea.
OurChair: Alright, let's take this to E then, see what he has to say about it. But tomorrow, it's getting aroudn quitting time.
Compound: So...cow pie?
OurChair: Sound's good to me.
They walked off, leaving the dead body of GMaster on the sidewalk of the building.