The Pizza Dude

Myriad
** He sat sprawled drooling slightly as images of Round Hut Pizza flashed oer the screen. His stomach grumbled, the pizza was only like 3 hours late, or something like that. He flipped it back tot he home shopping channel, the chord-less phone tossed to the couch aside of him. His head rolled back and FINALLY the door bell rang. He juped up, stomping to the door, some of the people milling about were amased he actually moved, seeing as he failed to in the last week or so. He threw open the door, and wa face to face with the same snot nosed prick that jipped him a month or so ago. He blinked pointed mouth open. Red hair straggled and tossled, eyes wide. ** Dude you are like so fired, you see the time? Dude see it? *pointing to a newly aquired watch from some rich snot nosed brat at the arcade** You are like only an eon or so late dude.

Spasm
*With the pizza on it's side under his arm, and the opened bottle of half drank soda in the other it made it kinda hard to give the jerk at the door the finger, but it was the thought that counts.*Hey man, did you order a pizza or something?* While reaching for the reciete to check for the right address, he continued to drink the soda that was supposed to be for the fellow that ordered the pizza.* Here, can you hold that for a second or two?*He hands him the soda and turns the pizza right side up and hands it to him while grabbing for the soda back*Hey is that hicks with knives on tv?*He takes the soda back and rushs past him rollerbladding into the house making himself at home, spralling out on the couch and turning up the tv while turning up his walk man to counter act the noise.*Where's the phone?

** Mark simply blinked, he blinked and blinked, and blinked again. Turning, his gaze following the strange dude into the house. Saying after him nearly studdering after him as well. ** Dude, like no, you did NOT just walk into my house, you DID NOT just walk in. . . oh pizza. . . **Lost in hunger he opened it, the box had turned upside down and watched half the pizza spill to the walkway below.** Shite, ** He simply picked it up with a wicked grin across his face calling into the house** YO SONIC! DUDE I got yer half of the pizza. . . . ** He then turned back reminded that there was a strange man in his house, watchin HIS Hicks with knives ON HIS Couch. . . with. . . wait a minute that was his soda. . . The fucker had HIS Soda, that was the last draw. He stomped towards the dude sprawled out on his couch and pointed a sole finger the pizza box resting nicely under his arm. ** Dude you are like. . . dead. . . when I like kill you.

Do you have a phone in this place or what?Hey give me some of that pizza man! Don't even think about borgarting that pie after I took the time out of my buissy shcedule to bring it all the way over here. And where's the freaken phone man!?!*As he reaches for the soda realizing at last that there is no more soda in the bottle after letting it dangle over his mouth for a second or two* And you need more soda in here. Woh! That knife is WICKEY WOW!!!

**Mark just blinked again, thrice even. His mouth still agape his finger still pointing. He looked at the pizza wide eyes, and then at the man again, cradling the box near violently, as if he were protecting his only begotten son from a swarm of savage canibals, and that's when Mark screeched. ** WHaaaaTT??! This is //mine// and partly Sonic's. . . but it's Mine, and Shite-head you DRANK my soda, like first you forget my soda, and then you ** He blinked again at the TV and looked at the knife, and then back at the man, Saying then in a perfectly questionable tone** Wickey Wow? **He blinked again and then leaned over closer to get a better look, seeing as it WAS HIS TV. . .still clutching the precious peices of cheese and sauce like no tomarrow** Um. . . Dude, like go away.

Don't get your panty's in a wade, I mean, like, shite man, chill out I'll order you a new pizza or something.Where's the freaken phone in this place?!?!?* He reaches for the remote once again turning up the tv repeating himself* That knife is so freaken WICKEY WOW!!

**He blinked and looked at the pizza and then the dude spasming about the frekkin' phone and nodded towards the phone on the coffie table. Noting that the dude sported the -Bob's Pizza Palace Logo- brightly strewn over his stained and tattered Tee, finally sinking near him and sitting on the couch seriously debating getting Gild to illusion the TV moving towards the door or ANYTHING, instead he looked at him and said** Dude you G.A.U.R.D. er somethin' if so you have a crappy cover. ** He opened the box only a crack and shoved his hand in and pulled a ( I suppose what you could call a kinda of a slice, though it was more like a wadded mess of cheese and gravel) out. Taking it and shoving it into his mouth spitting it out and looking at it** Dude this Pizza tastes like SHITE! Taste it dude it tastes like SHITE! **Handing it to the weird dude and then saying* I am not paying you like 30 bucks for a half dead pizza like totally awaiting it's misery, and dude a litre of pop you drank. .

* He takes the wade out of his hand and tasts it* SHITE man! You where right, it does taste like shite* The phoine seemed to suddenly appear in his hand, without so much effort Spikey sat back, relaxing a bit more. He starts dailing the phone. * Yeah, ummm, like I'd like t order a pizza and some soda over here at* He reaches for the reciete, and preciedes to tell them the address to the house, hangs up the phone, rediels a few seconds later and continues to tell the manager that he can't make to work for the rest of the day, hangs up yet again, diels a new number and starts to say* Hey are you watching this?OH, wow I'm sorry,what time is it? Oh, it's that early in the morning over there, okay I'll let you get back to sleep then. Hey man what do you have to eat around here anyway?

**Mark watched the man use his phone, and announced rather loudly, as so the guy could hear over his ear phones, and over the TV, and over the PHONE, ** DUDE Does anyone else besides me MIND that there is an absolute stranger in the Lair, eating MY Food, Sitting in MY Couch, talking on OUR Phone, And watching OUR TV, complaining we have no food, and DRANK My FLIPPIN' SODA??? ** Paul Maul who was content sleeping on the -love seat- , his bed actually when he stayed at the Lair. He managed to topple bowl of lucky charms stick them to his face and chest grunted and rolled over, Mark scratched his head and then shrugged** I guess. . . not ** He then sat back tossing the pizza box on the floor aside the couch the two were occupying, and snatched the phone from him** Dude.. who ARE you???!

Spikey, who else could I be? This show is so wicky wow! I wonder where the pizza is, I know I never took this long, I mean it's been like ten minutes already, I wonder whats keeping them?* He then turns up his head phones once again, and gives the place a good once over, stairs at the tv for awhile and then says to mark*can I crash here tonight? My place is being, umm, fumagated or something like that, well?

**He blinked saying ina very flat tone** You've never been here this quick, you reject lobotomy case. **He blinked then at the show and nodded a half smile at the T.V. and nodded, seeing as this guy, Spikey or whoever was paying for the new de-gravveled pizza. This was fine with him. . . he looked back and nodded** This show is pretty bitchin' dude. . . ** He then started to strech yawn and relax into a nice cozy lump on the couch until hearing Spikey's question** DUDE! I don't even know you, and what I don't know of you I don't like. . .man you are like whacked. . . **He scratched his head again, looking at the T.V. , thinking of the free grub and shrugged** You take the couch. Any G.U.A.R.D. pops up I kill, or something. **He sat back into the couch a bit further, still steamed about his sode. Grabbing the remote back from Spikey and flipping it to his nightly soaps. . . As the Youth Turns, and Days of our restless lives. He flipped to Jessica who was pregnate with John's love child while married to Gary and Mike, though Mike is supposed to be dead. He snatched his smokes from the coffiee table trying his best to ignore the man aside him, and lit his smoke. **

*The door bell rings* I'll get it* And before mark could turn his head to even acknowlage him, he was at the door greeting the pizza man* Thanks for nothing jerk! Shite man.* He snages the pizza from the dude and then slames the door in the guys face. And within a blink of an eye he was back down on the couch opening the pizza and taking in the pizzaey aroma* Dinner's served man. Wickey wow.

Dude! **With UNnatural speed mark was ravaging the Pizza box, sparing a few pieces for Sonic. Snagging as many as he could, such was the way when even Top Ramen was a rariety at this palce. He leapt up and back to the couch, absently a bright flash of light encircled him and then there were two. Both equally annoying, though one standing. Mark handed his clone, a perfect replica the pizza for Sonic and nodded towards the general direction of the D.J. and the clone groaned muttering something like what an ass he was and how he couldn't stand himself. Finally he dissapeared, Mark heeding no attention to him, his damned soap was on. And aside from that it was a common occurance. He hardly registered in his mind that the man sitting aside him was slightly /faster/ than normal, of just a /tad/ . . .** Yeah man Wickey Wow. Dude A man like lost his damned mind in the west. Good pizza, ain't those delievery boys pricks? **giving him a good and steady glare**

* He then starts dieling on the phone again, when somebody finally picked up the phone he percieded to tell them* Yah man, a huge party, ya thats right, of course there cool with it, why wouldn't they be, ya call them all up, tell everybody about it, ya thats right you shite head, tonight, here, see you soon, cool, bye. Umm dude, guesse what man.

**Mark rolled his eyes, and snatched the phone away and threw it full force across the room, thankfult he idiot didn't tell them WHERE here was. . . or so he thought until about 3 minutes later the door-bell rang. . . again. Mark glanced towards Spikey, then towards the door, leaping up** No man, you are NOT having ANYONE here, hear me??? **This time he was serious.**

*It didn't matter, within a flash he was already at the door letting people in, and they where pouring in too, he looked over in Marks direction* Hey man you got any music in this place? Don't worry I'll order us some more pizza* As he looks over at the mess on the floor that used t obe the phone* Oh ya thats right, Shite, oh well, I'll just have to go get it myself, anything perticuler you want?

** He leered, Lyeth, Aniea, Sonic, Gild, EVERYONE would KILL him for this commotion. He then shook his head, his lean form shaking slightly, his lips in a grimice as if at a loss what to say. What /could/ he say? Instead he simply decided to deal with this minor problem himself. Stalking over to Spikey sheer loathing in his eyes, as he shook his finger at him saying.. in a very deep tone** Dude. . . pepperoni, sasuage and mushroom. ** His jaw still left open a bit as he wandered to the deeper part of the Lair, he didn't know his way around the place all together let alone these people would be lost and dead by tomarrow. He wandered to his rooom, locked the door, and wandered to Sonic's Domain, to request some tunes, for some newly found and well unkown pals. Peeking his head in the spinner's realm and calling in. ** Dude um we have a massive turn-out for like a non-requested party. . . how's the pizza dude?

*His eyes scanned the room from each person lazily* I don't do requests. I intended to spend my weekend with no mixing intended. **Raising his hands he showed bandages** Bitch, I'd been mixing all week to make up albums that were already weeks late. So I am not getting off my ass to do anything for some strange ass, pizza delivering, hippy mother-fucker.

** Mark simply shrugged and nodded** Sure thing M'Bro. . . **He swung the door shut and miandered through a swarm of people to deliver the all too disappointing news, that he was assured would make the people leave. Saying rather loudly ** Dudes and Dudettes, No tunes, no room, but I hear there is a drug crazed, make out rave at the Mystic, if you'd all like. . .go there. . .leave me and my soaps alone. . . **Looking towards Spikey saying something he rarely did, a last resort, and not wanting to miss out on more free grub** Please?

Here you go man* He holds up the already gotten and half eaten open box of pizza* Well that's okay. EVERYBODY! you can come back tomarrow night, okay, well have tunes then, same time same place, see you then.* He cashually skates over to mark handing him the pizza as if nothing had happened* I even brought soda this time. I get the couch, right?

**Mark watched as the myriad of people departed and called after them saying** Nevermind dude our DJ is our for like ever.. yeah dude he died, yeah so I'll see you all around er something. . .**He watched as a few too stoned to realise they were moving wandered out and ocmplimented him on the great party, the nice chicks and beer. He smiled escorted them to the door and locked it, severly locked it and wandered back to the couch. He had seen stranger things. ** Man Spikey eh? Pass me the Sode. . . ** He settled into the couch, still a bit tiffed about the whole thing, but far too lazy to actually DO anything about it**

Man can you like leave? i kinda need some privacy* As he pointed at the blonde on the couch next to him, sucking on his neck the whole time* Ummm like now man, thanks dude* He eyes Mark as he leaves the room and thats where spikey remained unnoticed for a good part of the next day, until he had to be back to work for an hour or two at the pizza place*