Well, if you're taking
them anywhere, you might as well take 'em to Jack In The Box. At
least you can get them a ton of food for a very cheap price. Hell, you
even heard rumors that the food is so cheap at some of their locations
that they actually pay you to take it!
"LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK!"
the Lincoln's all scream in horrified unison while pointing out of the
car window.
"WHAT!?" you
shout back as you try to see what the hell is scaring them so much.
"RIGHT THERE! IT'S
JACK! NO, IT'S TWO JACKS! JEDI JACKS!" they squeal.
Sure enough there are
two of them standing on the sidewalk and they're carrying light sabers.
Say, those must be the guys you heard people talking about at the San
Diego Comic-Con! What with you being into cosplay so much that you
actually spent two years working on a bushy tail for some gay anime
space wolf character you fell in love with on an obscure DVD from Japan
that nobody has ever seen, thus making all the hard work on your costume pointless since not
a single fucking person at the convention knew what the hell you were
supposed to be and to tell the truth, they were all laughing at you and saying things
like "Hahaha! Look at the gay anime space wolf guy!" and "I've
seen better bushy tails on roadkill!" and then a bunch of humor web
sites posted your photo and made fun of you so much that you somehow
became an internet celebrity, which made you feel like you were cool,
but you were cool for all the wrong reasons and it's been eating you up
inside like a cancer from anime hell... with tentacles that have
mini-bushy tails that squirt out tiny penises into your soul.
But hey, all that is in
the past right? You decide to make fun of somebody else's costume for a
change. Unfortunately, you picked on the wrong people. You see, those
weren't the guys from the Comic-Con after all, they were actual Jedi
Jacks and they sliced you apart in a matter of seconds with their light
sabers.
