"And then I said "Hey, who da fuck do ya think YOU are?!" and the guy was totally taken back by that statement. Just totally in shock! Hahaha!" Alvero stated at the top of the stage. Where was he? Performing up on stage for people, of course. Why he'd resort to such lame ways of making money, he would never know, and hell, people even hated everything that spewed from his mouth. So why the hell did he take up a job that involved such social activities? Because of course even if the people around him hated the things he said with the passion of 1000 suns, he found himself to be drop-dead funny. "Ah man, tough crowd tonight, I see." he stated with boredom in his tone, not afraid to state such a fact. "Do you people have sticks up your asses or something? Laugh, anyone! Laugh your miserable asses off!
At this point, Alvero had made himself laugh as usual. "Ohohoho, sometimes I crack myself up! Say, has anyone found the guy with the orange mask yet? Is he dead? Or simply in hiding! You never know with him, him and his orange mask and black coat and his weird ass plans involving the moon." he asked and told the crowd repeatedly in a fast-paced voice that would either annoy or make someone laugh. At this point, people were crawling up onto the stage with kitchen knives and pitchforks and other household items, lunging them at Alvero. "Whoa, whoa, let's put that stuff down, now! We don't need violence to this degree, folks!" Alvero shouted in a voice that made it sound like he was mocking their attempts to attack him, rather than be legitimately concerned like most people would be at this point. Making an entire venue hate you is no small feat, after all. And so, the laughing idiot would dodge and weave through until he was in the middle of the huge crowd of people. They started to charge at him from all directions. "Uh oh, ya got me! Ahahaha!" the careless psycho began laughing as they charged at him.
Sat Jul 23, 2011 1:51 pm by 
