06-26-2006, 09:15 AM
Crimson: (stands up as well and shakes his head) You just had to make me mad, you just had to tick me off...(sprouts all nine of his fox tails) and now there's a damn telephone ringing in my head from that.
*Crimson's head*
The Brain: (picks up phone) Hello...what's that...a telemarketer! I'm sick of you braindead jockeys calling me at dinnertime! And honestly who really needs a french fry cutter! (throws phone down and sends anger impulses through Crimson)
*The Arena*
Crimson: THAT'S IT!!! (grabs DMX and throws him towards the ceiling, his head smashing against the rafters on the way)
*Crimson's head*
The Brain: (picks up phone) Hello...what's that...a telemarketer! I'm sick of you braindead jockeys calling me at dinnertime! And honestly who really needs a french fry cutter! (throws phone down and sends anger impulses through Crimson)
*The Arena*
Crimson: THAT'S IT!!! (grabs DMX and throws him towards the ceiling, his head smashing against the rafters on the way)