...and Kenn... ...and the crazy Russian guy that ran the Pre-Order Store. You see, there's this store where everything you preorder off the internet is shipped to. So, after you preorder whatever, you go to this store and have to buy it again. The proprietor of the store gets everything for free, since we preorder it and pay for it, and then simply pay the Russian guy again - and that's pretty much all he does in this dream. Kenn and I are notorious for preordering everything from DVDs, music, and toys. Expecting our latest shipment, Kenn and I go to the PreOrder Store, get ourselves some shopping carts, and start a nice, slow, walk-through. I throw in my Superman DVDs, and my new wave of Simpsons toys. Kenn grabs up all the GIJoe SWAT figures and some Japanese Anime stuff he can find. For whatever reason, just to be a punk, Kenn, while I'm not looking, takes my Superman DVDs, and puts them back on the shelf. When I finally notice, I get pissed at Kenn, but then we go look for my DVDs. I'm furious. The DVDs weren't where Kenn left them, and now we have to go through the DVD singles section (no more Superman box sets like Kenn so handily discarded), and dig up the Superman movies, one at a time. After hours of looking, we find everything except Superman II. I grab some kind of Ghost in the Shell toy, and beat Kenn over the head with it. Still being a punk, Kenn goes for my Simpsons toys, and starts throwing them, one at a time, as I'm beating him with his own toy, over the aisle walls. I run for my beloved toys, Kenn runs the other way. We meet up again, after recovering everything we'd lost, plus some more, in line for checkout. We're waiting in line, and I pick up a couple lighters at that last minute impulse buy rack just before the register. I show Kenn some super rare Batman doll he's been lusting for, that I found, and burn it in front of him. I show him Batman #1 in mint condition, and burn it in front of him. I show him all kinds of things that I know he would love, and burn them one at a time. Not a man to be easily outdone, Kenn pulls out a simple remote control from his pocket, and extends the antenna. There's just one red button on it, and without taking his stare off me, he pushes it, and more than half the store, full of treasures preordered off the internet, bursts into flame. We both drop all our things, and walk out, arm in arm, laughing like morons. The End. |
