That Miserable Guy (o2a)

[Shawn Hollywood]

It's nearing 12 a.m. in New York City, and everyone's favorite loser, Shawn Hollywood, was roaming the streets, with a grocery bag full of beers. He takes a large swig of one of his various Heinekens, and then tosses the bottle onto the street, shattering glass for the cars to run over.

Ah fuck! Fucking...fuck...!

He pulls out another beer, pops it open, and takes another swig. As he continues to wander drunkenly, he stumbles upon XWA Headquarters...

What the? Those...fucker...bastard...assholes! Ah Chrsit...You fuckers ruined me!

Shawn tosses a bottle at the building in anger, and it shatters against the complex.

You bastards ruined me! Ruined me! Ah! I'm nothing because of you...fucking...ass bastards!

He tosses another bottle, and another, then another. Security inside the complex is staring out at him, ready to take action.

I..I...ah shit...I hope you fuckers burn!

Then he tosses another bottle, and is tackled by a security guard. The cuff the drunken asshole.

Better notify the owners of what happened....

[Kyle Kancer]

"What the frig?"

Greg Shireman runs over.

"Who was throwing that shit? Some blootered arse?"

[Shawn Hollywood]

Just another damn drunk...Come on buddy, get up...

They pick up Shawn and drag him into the building, where they throw him in the security holding cell.

Well boy, looks like you're here with us until the bosses come. They'll figure out what to do with trash like you. FYI, you're probably going to jail.

The security guards snicker. Shawn slaps his forehead and sighs.

I didn't fucking do anything...shit...just threw stuff...What the hell is this country coming to!? Wait...Fuck!

Shut up...

[Kyle Kancer]

"Come on, guys, what the frig did he do to ye?"