I know you said they would need to keep a low profile but like could you imagine how hilarious they would be if the they got like a TLC reality tv style show following the pack. Idk maybe the format like the office would work better.
Like pretty just deadpanning to the camera that she is so exhausted and in the background of a secondary shot right after there’s Ji being chased down the hallway by Seungmin for borrowing a comic without asking or like loosing some receipts he needs for his client. Or Chris just in a closet in the middle of pack game night and saying “if you fake the illusion of quiet, it’s almost like the real thing.”
LMAO this got a good chuckle out of me
it'd be airing in TWLC (Travel and Wolf-Living Channel) hhehheheheh
it’s so fucked up that the jj writers made trish and jess sisters when trish literally cannot sleep with a man without thinking about jessica. like what the actual fuck
The crowd's laughs would howl around the building. The last handful of living people would just now start realizing how this was a mockery. This sent concern over the few. Soon the spotlight would remove itself from number one. Back, back to the original stand. The host was now standing there. He'd scan his notecards again, before taking a breath in and beginning to read.
"Now, let's meet contestant number two. He's a psychopathic, deranged, crackhead freak who works for the Dark Carnival. He says women call him Stretch Nuts. Sharon, let's hear your question"
The man would follow his routine of walking off of the stand. Soon after he stepped off, Sharon stepped on. Flipping her hair behind her shoulder. The brown hair would rest messily on her back, and she'd look down at her notecards this time. Sharon would look back up, and clear her throat.
"I like a man who's not afraid to show his true emotions, a man who expresses himself in his own special way. Number two, if you fell in love with me. Exactly, how would you let me know?"
The spotlight would bolt from Sharon to contestant #2. Contestant number two was obviously a huge guy. But, he had been slouched over, leaning on his stand. Not paying attention the entire till until the spotlight had just been shining on him. The man had long hair, reaching his mid-back, with off-green bangs. He seemed to be missing an eye, with a side of his skull visible. Enough to make someone a bit sick. He had been wearing clown makeup as well, but who isn't around here? He sported a plain black t-shirt, a pair of dark jeans, and doc martens. He seemed, normal-ish? Despite his face of course.
He leaned down to the mic, due to his height. Reaching about 6'10-6'11. But that's just a guess, right? The man would clear his throat, quickly thinking of an answer to the question he didn't even bother to pay attention to.
"First thing, I could never love you. You sound like a Richie-bitch, yo."
The words "FUCK YOU" would billow out through the crowd, instead of the man saying them.
"Butttt, if I did.. I'd prolly show you that I care. How? By taking all the others motherfuckers outta here. I'd go through you phonebook, and whack em all. Find contestant number one and break his fucking jaw."
A voice, contestant number ones voice, could be heard from the dull lighting of the other side of the stage.
"What?!"
Contestant number two would smile at the response before continuing his answer.
"Anyone who looked at you would have to pay. I'd been fucking blowing fucking nuggets off all day. I'd grab your titties and stretch 'em down past your waist. Let 'em go, and watch 'em both spring up in your face. I'd sing love songs to you, the best I can. Get cha' naked, and hit it like a CAVEEMANN."
He'd turn away from the crowd, obviously trying not to break character. As, he does find this entire situation hilarious. He took a moment to collect himself, but not a long enough one to cause a disruption to the show.
"Then we'd go to the beach and walk through the sand. I'd throw a little in your face and say, I'm just playin'. As you spit it all out, I'd rub your back. And grab your underwear and wedge it up your ass crack!!"
The crowds laughs would come back, echoing through the building. Bouncing off the walls, repeating themselves. It was a sickening manor. Contestant number two could also be seen laughing some, but I mean, who wouldn't.
The spotlight removed itself from #2. Back to the original stand once again. Our host,
"Well it sounds like contestant number two is just over-flowing with sensitivity, Sharon. It's a tough choice so far! Sharon, let's have your last question and see which one is going to win the rights to your neden.."
Sharon, oh here comes Sharon.
"Okay, if we were at a dance club, and you both noticed me at the same time. Tell me, how would you each get my attention, and what would your pick up line be?" (Well) "Whoever's the smoothest wins!"
Soon all the lights on the stage would come on. Revealing both of our wonderful contestants. But, for courtesy, number one shall start us off.
"Okay, first I'd sliiiide up to the bar, and tell you I can't believe how fucking FAT you are! I'd tell you that I like the way you make your titties shake, and if you lost a little weight, you'd look like Ricki Lake. I-"
Contestant number two would butt in, and cut of #1 mid-sentence to voice his opinion.
"Fuck that, you'd be jocking me quick. I'd order you a drink, and stir it with my dick. And then to get your attention in the crowded place? I'd simply walk up and stick my nuts in your face."
This conversation soon would become a back and fourth argument between #1 and #2.
"Yeah, freak her with your nuts, yo, that'll get her."
"Tell her that's she fat, YEAHHH, that'll work even better."
"Look, fuck you, I got a strong rap. Shit, you don't want contestant number two he's mad wack. I walked into a barn, and there he was. Standing up on a bucket, eugghhh, tryna fuck it! It was a big fucking smelly ass farm Llama."
"DAMMMNN DAWWGG, how you gonna diss yah mama?"
The crowd's laughs would recollect again, repeating the same old annoying cackles, to finish off our show. After that, the lights on the stage would turn off, and the curtains would close. The room fell near silent as the souls would exit, but if you stayed a moment longer, you'd hear the casts laughs. They sounded joyous, and like they actually had fun preforming that. But, what do we know?
. . .
the end whoop whoop
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