Post by Bester/OGDA & Team ATARI on Dec 24, 2019 13:36:00 GMT -8
It’s been 4 days since Mister Rainer and Bester looked at the Jeep that was built for running through the desert. A jeep that was heavily modified and was anything but cheap. Costing 10 grand and with neither Mister Rainer or Bester having that sort of cash, they launched a go fund me campaign that netted them 400 bucks. They might have missed the marked on the whole saving the aliens, storming area 51 fundraising time frame. Undeterred, they worked together as a team and did what anyone who is needing funds did back in the back.
They sold blood.
Collected bottles.
Mowed lawns.
Did some garage clean outs.
Became laborers for a day at a job site.
Bester was already registered with Uber, and while he hasn’t been Ubering for a while, he was still active. In his 1979 Honda CCV wagon, Betser burned the midnight oil transporting all over the place and in the end, with two days to go. They were 2 grand short. With two days to go before the deadline, they regrouped at the local Walmart in the ice cream section…..
Mister Rainer: “Bester, my good fellow, we should be proud of ourselves. We raised in only 5 days a grand total of 8 grand. Not to shaby, we are almost on our way to storming Area 51 and saving some Alien and your lady friend's buttholes.”
Bester: “That is a lot of money, but not enough Mister Rainer. Without that Jeep, you'll never make it to Area 51 and save their, you know, butt holes from probing.”
Mister Rainer is sitting on the floor in front of the half pints of Great Value Ice Cream, where he has taken a pint of mint chocolate chip, removed the lid and is licking it to get answers. While waiting for the “aliens” to speak to him through the ice cream, he can’t help but notice what is going on in the ice cream aisle.
Several women, middle aged soccer mom types, most likely in loveless marriages with work obsessed husbands who are most likely out of shape. These very attractive and some semi attractive ladies kept coming up to Bester and asking him to retrieve something from the top shelf in the coolers, items that weren’t out of their reach, but it was an excuse for these women to have contact with a good looking guy, a guy who kept himself in tip top shape, and was nice to them! A guy they quickly discovered wasn’t hitting on them, or being disrespectful and some women find this to be a turn on. In the ice cream aisle at WalMart, a good guy was winning!
Bester would retrieve the bag of carrots from the top shelf, whatever the item was. He would place the bag in their cart and comment on how he loves peas, green beans, etc. The women would then strike a short convo with Bester and it would result in Bester getting a hug. Some of the women would place their hand on his backside, by mistake of course, Bester would never say anything though, mostly due to be embarrassed. This is still a subject Bester does not like talking about even after his one and only girlfriend “turned him into a man” earlier in the year. A couple of the women even asked him if he would like to get together later on. This got the wheels inside Mister Rainer’s head turning.
Picking up his phone, he does a quick google search. He then places the pint of ice cream down, leaving it to melt all over the floor. He stands up and sprints over to Bester all excited.
Mister Rainer: “Bester! I’ve got it! I know how we can the rest of the money! Tonight!”
Bester: “Really? How?”
Mister Rainer: “Follow me! We have to go to the men section and get a few things! Bester! My boy! You are going dancing tonight!”
Mister Rainer slaps Bester on the shoulder and starts to make his way over to the men section leaving Bester rather confused.
Bester: “How is dancing going to raise the two thousand dollars we need to buy the Jeep?”
A Mart Cart then pulls up next to Bester, and seated on this cart, exceeding the weight limit of this cart (Yes they have a weight limit!) and looking up at Bester as if he was a cream puff, is this big old women with long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She wets her lips.
Fatty in a Mart Cart: “I’d pay good money to watch you dance, studly. I’d pay very good money to get a private dance.”
She nods and winks at Bester, who is looking at her very much confused. Unsure of what to say, he takes off after Mister Rainer in a hurry.
Fatty in a Mart Cart: “I’d pay 2 grand if you gave me the VIP treatment sweetie! You just think about that!” She yells.
Bester: “Mister Rainer! MISTER RAINER!” Bester also begins to shout as panic sets in.
In an undisclosed location somewhere in or near Las Vegas….
Inside an old abandoned warehouse….
Where it is like 100 degrees inside……
Flashback 2 has her battle suit half off…..
She has it pulled down to her waist and tied off, sporting a pretty pink bra that just happens to be one of those mesh numbers, thus showing some nipple……
The waist band to her matching panties, which we can only assume is also mesh, is peeking out now and then…...
2600 is looking down at the floor, having a real hard time looking at her……
7800, has no problem looking. In fact you can tell he is smiling under his mask.
Flashback 2 is leaning up against the Jeep that Betser and Mister Rainer was looking at, having stolen it to prevent them from acquiring it. FB2 has the girls in their pretty mesh pink bra glory out there for the world to see, and by the world to see, I mean 2600, and by out there, I mean, you can’t suck on these no more.
7800: “Dilly dilly!”
7800 high fives FB2 as she looks at him and grins.
FB2: “You best be talking about the Jeep.”
7800 chuckles. “Dilly dilly.” He says has FB2 narrows her eyes, not believing him.
2600: “What were you thinking? Stealing this vehicle! This goes against protocol…”
FB2: “Fucking that whore from the office goes against my protocol, but yeah, whatever. You stick your dick in random chicks, I steal Jeeps that our enemies were trying to buy so they can storm Area 51.”
7800 at this point vanishes. 2600 sighs and finally looks up at his former girlfriend, whom he is still in love with. One drunken kiss at a office party though has ruined that for him.
2600: “For the 478th time. I did not have sex with that woman.”
FB2: “And yet, I don’t believe you.”
2600: “I have said I’m sorry 897 times. I don’t know what more I can say. I am sorry that I was kissing that woman. I am sorry that we were in the office, alone. I had one too many drinks. I went to AA as you commanded me to do. I regret all of it. I wish that night never happened.”
FB2: “But it did! It did happen! You broke my heart that night! You tore it from my chest! Threw it on the ground and stomped on it! I felt like shit 2600! I felt worthless! That is what you don’t get! What you don’t understand!”
FB2 then pushes off of the Jeep and walks up to 2600 and slaps him across the mask.
FB2: “I don’t give a shit that you’re sorry! I could care less how you wish that night never happened. Fucking blaming it on on the alcohol all you want! I fucking can’t stand to look at you! You disgust me!”
FB2 slaps 2600 across the face hard again, then she spits in his face and slaps him, repeatedly while starting to break down and cry. 2600 stands there and take it, doesn’t lift a hand to stop her or anything. FB2 then shoves him.
FB2: “I FUCKING HATE YOU! I TRUSTED YOU! I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU!”
FB2 shoves 2600 again.
FB2: “You can’t say sorry for betraying my trust! I have a wish too! You want to hear it? Huh? I wish I fucking died that night. Huh? How does that make you feel? Instead of stabbing me in the back like you did, I wish you just sliced my throat wide open!”
FB2 then unloads on 2600, slapping him harder and harder, soon the open hands turns into fists and she uses her fists like hammers, pelting him in the shoulder, neck as 2600 then tries to take cover by using his arms and dropped to his knees, which ends up being a mistake, cuz FB2 then straight out starts driving her knuckles down on him and screaming at him in an incoherent brigade of curse words.
Finally, 7800 shows back up, wrapping his arms around FB2, pinning her arms down and lifting her up and carrying her off as quickly as he can, but she still manages to land a boot to the side of 2600’s head. “Dilly dilly! Dilly dilly!” 7800 exclaims as he carries an enraged FB2 off leaving 2600 alone, finally, to collapse on the floor, sobbing…….
They sold blood.
Collected bottles.
Mowed lawns.
Did some garage clean outs.
Became laborers for a day at a job site.
Bester was already registered with Uber, and while he hasn’t been Ubering for a while, he was still active. In his 1979 Honda CCV wagon, Betser burned the midnight oil transporting all over the place and in the end, with two days to go. They were 2 grand short. With two days to go before the deadline, they regrouped at the local Walmart in the ice cream section…..
Mister Rainer: “Bester, my good fellow, we should be proud of ourselves. We raised in only 5 days a grand total of 8 grand. Not to shaby, we are almost on our way to storming Area 51 and saving some Alien and your lady friend's buttholes.”
Bester: “That is a lot of money, but not enough Mister Rainer. Without that Jeep, you'll never make it to Area 51 and save their, you know, butt holes from probing.”
Mister Rainer is sitting on the floor in front of the half pints of Great Value Ice Cream, where he has taken a pint of mint chocolate chip, removed the lid and is licking it to get answers. While waiting for the “aliens” to speak to him through the ice cream, he can’t help but notice what is going on in the ice cream aisle.
Several women, middle aged soccer mom types, most likely in loveless marriages with work obsessed husbands who are most likely out of shape. These very attractive and some semi attractive ladies kept coming up to Bester and asking him to retrieve something from the top shelf in the coolers, items that weren’t out of their reach, but it was an excuse for these women to have contact with a good looking guy, a guy who kept himself in tip top shape, and was nice to them! A guy they quickly discovered wasn’t hitting on them, or being disrespectful and some women find this to be a turn on. In the ice cream aisle at WalMart, a good guy was winning!
Bester would retrieve the bag of carrots from the top shelf, whatever the item was. He would place the bag in their cart and comment on how he loves peas, green beans, etc. The women would then strike a short convo with Bester and it would result in Bester getting a hug. Some of the women would place their hand on his backside, by mistake of course, Bester would never say anything though, mostly due to be embarrassed. This is still a subject Bester does not like talking about even after his one and only girlfriend “turned him into a man” earlier in the year. A couple of the women even asked him if he would like to get together later on. This got the wheels inside Mister Rainer’s head turning.
Picking up his phone, he does a quick google search. He then places the pint of ice cream down, leaving it to melt all over the floor. He stands up and sprints over to Bester all excited.
Mister Rainer: “Bester! I’ve got it! I know how we can the rest of the money! Tonight!”
Bester: “Really? How?”
Mister Rainer: “Follow me! We have to go to the men section and get a few things! Bester! My boy! You are going dancing tonight!”
Mister Rainer slaps Bester on the shoulder and starts to make his way over to the men section leaving Bester rather confused.
Bester: “How is dancing going to raise the two thousand dollars we need to buy the Jeep?”
A Mart Cart then pulls up next to Bester, and seated on this cart, exceeding the weight limit of this cart (Yes they have a weight limit!) and looking up at Bester as if he was a cream puff, is this big old women with long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She wets her lips.
Fatty in a Mart Cart: “I’d pay good money to watch you dance, studly. I’d pay very good money to get a private dance.”
She nods and winks at Bester, who is looking at her very much confused. Unsure of what to say, he takes off after Mister Rainer in a hurry.
Fatty in a Mart Cart: “I’d pay 2 grand if you gave me the VIP treatment sweetie! You just think about that!” She yells.
Bester: “Mister Rainer! MISTER RAINER!” Bester also begins to shout as panic sets in.
In an undisclosed location somewhere in or near Las Vegas….
Inside an old abandoned warehouse….
Where it is like 100 degrees inside……
Flashback 2 has her battle suit half off…..
She has it pulled down to her waist and tied off, sporting a pretty pink bra that just happens to be one of those mesh numbers, thus showing some nipple……
The waist band to her matching panties, which we can only assume is also mesh, is peeking out now and then…...
2600 is looking down at the floor, having a real hard time looking at her……
7800, has no problem looking. In fact you can tell he is smiling under his mask.
Flashback 2 is leaning up against the Jeep that Betser and Mister Rainer was looking at, having stolen it to prevent them from acquiring it. FB2 has the girls in their pretty mesh pink bra glory out there for the world to see, and by the world to see, I mean 2600, and by out there, I mean, you can’t suck on these no more.
7800: “Dilly dilly!”
7800 high fives FB2 as she looks at him and grins.
FB2: “You best be talking about the Jeep.”
7800 chuckles. “Dilly dilly.” He says has FB2 narrows her eyes, not believing him.
2600: “What were you thinking? Stealing this vehicle! This goes against protocol…”
FB2: “Fucking that whore from the office goes against my protocol, but yeah, whatever. You stick your dick in random chicks, I steal Jeeps that our enemies were trying to buy so they can storm Area 51.”
7800 at this point vanishes. 2600 sighs and finally looks up at his former girlfriend, whom he is still in love with. One drunken kiss at a office party though has ruined that for him.
2600: “For the 478th time. I did not have sex with that woman.”
FB2: “And yet, I don’t believe you.”
2600: “I have said I’m sorry 897 times. I don’t know what more I can say. I am sorry that I was kissing that woman. I am sorry that we were in the office, alone. I had one too many drinks. I went to AA as you commanded me to do. I regret all of it. I wish that night never happened.”
FB2: “But it did! It did happen! You broke my heart that night! You tore it from my chest! Threw it on the ground and stomped on it! I felt like shit 2600! I felt worthless! That is what you don’t get! What you don’t understand!”
FB2 then pushes off of the Jeep and walks up to 2600 and slaps him across the mask.
FB2: “I don’t give a shit that you’re sorry! I could care less how you wish that night never happened. Fucking blaming it on on the alcohol all you want! I fucking can’t stand to look at you! You disgust me!”
FB2 slaps 2600 across the face hard again, then she spits in his face and slaps him, repeatedly while starting to break down and cry. 2600 stands there and take it, doesn’t lift a hand to stop her or anything. FB2 then shoves him.
FB2: “I FUCKING HATE YOU! I TRUSTED YOU! I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU!”
FB2 shoves 2600 again.
FB2: “You can’t say sorry for betraying my trust! I have a wish too! You want to hear it? Huh? I wish I fucking died that night. Huh? How does that make you feel? Instead of stabbing me in the back like you did, I wish you just sliced my throat wide open!”
FB2 then unloads on 2600, slapping him harder and harder, soon the open hands turns into fists and she uses her fists like hammers, pelting him in the shoulder, neck as 2600 then tries to take cover by using his arms and dropped to his knees, which ends up being a mistake, cuz FB2 then straight out starts driving her knuckles down on him and screaming at him in an incoherent brigade of curse words.
Finally, 7800 shows back up, wrapping his arms around FB2, pinning her arms down and lifting her up and carrying her off as quickly as he can, but she still manages to land a boot to the side of 2600’s head. “Dilly dilly! Dilly dilly!” 7800 exclaims as he carries an enraged FB2 off leaving 2600 alone, finally, to collapse on the floor, sobbing…….
