Post by Darkness on Aug 22, 2009 0:12:17 GMT -5
I'm the trouble starter, punkin' instigator.
I'm the fear addicted and danger illustrated.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
I'm the bitch you hated, filth infatuated-yeah.
I'm the pain you tasted, well intoxicated.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
I'm the self inflicted, mine detonator-yeah
I'm the one infected, twisted animator.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
The scene opens at Logan International Airport as Pete is seen walking past the luggage section, thorugh security and towards the main area. He's wearing his normal floor length leather trenchcoat, black pants and steel toed boots and on his shoulder is Polkaroo. Very few people seem to notice him as he weaves his way through the mass of people to a small kiosk to pick up a coca cola. He walks to the cashier with a small bottle in his hand.
Cashier: Uh...yeah...that'll be 3.50$ for the coke sir.
Pete: WHAT???
Cahsier: THREE DOLLARS and FIFTY CENTS for the coke sir.
Pete: My gods has the american economy gone that far down hill? In Canada this bottle would cost either a 1.75 or 2 dollars. This is....wow...fine, here's an AMERICAN five. Keep the change and keep the confidence kid.
Pete walks away muttering to himself and polkaroo as he walks out of the building. He gets to the taxi area and hails a cab. He gets in with Polkaroo on his shoulder and the cab speeds off.
The cabbie lights a cigarette and starts talking.
Cabbie: Where to sir?
Pete: Boston Marriott hotel mack.
Cabbie: Ok man, I gotta ask, WHAT the HELL is on your shoulder?
Pete: It's Polkaroo ofcourse.
Cabbie: Ok, what the hell is a Polkaroo?
Pete: Polkaroo is Polkaroo, have you never seen him before? He appears to give people advice and make sure you learn all you can.
Cabbie: Are you on drugs? You sure you're not medicated or anything?
Pete: No, I don't do drugs. I RARELY even drink. No no, Polkaroo and I met up at a chef's conference in Alaska. As I'm sure you're not aware, Polkaroo here is quite the chef and has made tea and treats for her Majesty the Queen. I was lucky enough to be at the conference in Alaska because my restaurant I used to work at was doing so well. I've learned alot from Polkaroo all this time, both cooking and fighting. I'm amazed you haven't heard of Him. He is On Facebook. What's that Polkaroo? Yes, we'll be sure to do that.
Cabbie: Alright crackpot, here we are and that'll be 75$.
Pete pays the man and he and Polkaroo get out of the cab and start walking toward the hotel.
Pete suddly turns around throws a liquid filled balloon at the cab. It splashes the front windshield and spilling onto the drivers side. The cabbie starts swearing and starts driving away. Pete and Polkaroo walk inside the Hotel and make their way to the front desk. They check in and Pete goes to his room, takes off his coat and lays down on the freshly made bed.
Pete: Polkaroo, I'm almost worried about my match with this Krenshaw fellow. I've been told that he can be quite a skilled opponent in the ring. I just have to pin him once. Now a cocky person would say I can do that, no sweat. But I'm not that kind of guy. He's been called an enforcer, and that takes real skill and talent to be that intimidating to ALOT of people. I know I can pin him, if I get the advantage. I will have to make sure to look for weaknesses in him while the match goes on. I will have to crush his bones...but can I do it more than once? Well, if for some reason he finds a way to beat me, I'll just have to do what I do best. Attack when I see fit to get back what's mine, pride. Wanna watch Tv Polkaroo? Ok, lets see what's on.
The Tv turns on to an episode of Hells Kitchen as Gordon Ramsey begins to scream at a chef who has burnt a cream sauce. All of a sudden a news bulletin starts up.....
Reporter: I am standing here on Belevedere st where a cab has lit on fire. Fire department says it's due to a strange gas leak. Officials are saying that the fire seemed to have started inside the cab with a cigarette being lit. There was apperently gasoline all over the front of the car. Police and firefighters are baffled.
I'm the fear addicted and danger illustrated.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
I'm the bitch you hated, filth infatuated-yeah.
I'm the pain you tasted, well intoxicated.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
I'm the self inflicted, mine detonator-yeah
I'm the one infected, twisted animator.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
The scene opens at Logan International Airport as Pete is seen walking past the luggage section, thorugh security and towards the main area. He's wearing his normal floor length leather trenchcoat, black pants and steel toed boots and on his shoulder is Polkaroo. Very few people seem to notice him as he weaves his way through the mass of people to a small kiosk to pick up a coca cola. He walks to the cashier with a small bottle in his hand.
Cashier: Uh...yeah...that'll be 3.50$ for the coke sir.
Pete: WHAT???
Cahsier: THREE DOLLARS and FIFTY CENTS for the coke sir.
Pete: My gods has the american economy gone that far down hill? In Canada this bottle would cost either a 1.75 or 2 dollars. This is....wow...fine, here's an AMERICAN five. Keep the change and keep the confidence kid.
Pete walks away muttering to himself and polkaroo as he walks out of the building. He gets to the taxi area and hails a cab. He gets in with Polkaroo on his shoulder and the cab speeds off.
The cabbie lights a cigarette and starts talking.
Cabbie: Where to sir?
Pete: Boston Marriott hotel mack.
Cabbie: Ok man, I gotta ask, WHAT the HELL is on your shoulder?
Pete: It's Polkaroo ofcourse.
Cabbie: Ok, what the hell is a Polkaroo?
Pete: Polkaroo is Polkaroo, have you never seen him before? He appears to give people advice and make sure you learn all you can.
Cabbie: Are you on drugs? You sure you're not medicated or anything?
Pete: No, I don't do drugs. I RARELY even drink. No no, Polkaroo and I met up at a chef's conference in Alaska. As I'm sure you're not aware, Polkaroo here is quite the chef and has made tea and treats for her Majesty the Queen. I was lucky enough to be at the conference in Alaska because my restaurant I used to work at was doing so well. I've learned alot from Polkaroo all this time, both cooking and fighting. I'm amazed you haven't heard of Him. He is On Facebook. What's that Polkaroo? Yes, we'll be sure to do that.
Cabbie: Alright crackpot, here we are and that'll be 75$.
Pete pays the man and he and Polkaroo get out of the cab and start walking toward the hotel.
Pete suddly turns around throws a liquid filled balloon at the cab. It splashes the front windshield and spilling onto the drivers side. The cabbie starts swearing and starts driving away. Pete and Polkaroo walk inside the Hotel and make their way to the front desk. They check in and Pete goes to his room, takes off his coat and lays down on the freshly made bed.
Pete: Polkaroo, I'm almost worried about my match with this Krenshaw fellow. I've been told that he can be quite a skilled opponent in the ring. I just have to pin him once. Now a cocky person would say I can do that, no sweat. But I'm not that kind of guy. He's been called an enforcer, and that takes real skill and talent to be that intimidating to ALOT of people. I know I can pin him, if I get the advantage. I will have to make sure to look for weaknesses in him while the match goes on. I will have to crush his bones...but can I do it more than once? Well, if for some reason he finds a way to beat me, I'll just have to do what I do best. Attack when I see fit to get back what's mine, pride. Wanna watch Tv Polkaroo? Ok, lets see what's on.
The Tv turns on to an episode of Hells Kitchen as Gordon Ramsey begins to scream at a chef who has burnt a cream sauce. All of a sudden a news bulletin starts up.....
Reporter: I am standing here on Belevedere st where a cab has lit on fire. Fire department says it's due to a strange gas leak. Officials are saying that the fire seemed to have started inside the cab with a cigarette being lit. There was apperently gasoline all over the front of the car. Police and firefighters are baffled.