Tropers: The Series

I'll just kick the landlord in the nuts when he gets here. Then kick him out of the window. Again.

"Guys, no. Landlords probably have a union or something."

I take a deep breath.

"Okay. We'll just have to find a way to get this all cleaned up. How long do we have?"

Too late: I already kicked him in the nuts and punted him out the window before he could say anything. About the cops, we have like a giant Gaster Blaster on top of our apartment: you're just too scared to admit that we have a load of game merchandise. The cops are gonna get vaporized.

That, or we could just give up.

"I have no clue, frankly. Even though it seems he got seriously wrecked. I wonder if he died? After all, people die when they're killed!"

"I am a proud coward."

Leans out the window

"Please arrest me!''

Canned laughter

edited 3rd Jul '17 3:57:57 PM by TropesForever

Taco beans Tales over the head with a crowbar, and throws his unconscious body out of the apartment. He sits on the couch, and breathes.

"He's not allowed back in."

edited 3rd Jul '17 3:58:14 PM by TacoBadger

"And there goes Tales. He sure was a... TALE!"

(Groaning from the audience in response to that terrible pun.)

"You really think that's gonna stop him?''

Random would exit the fridge, holding a piece of paper labeled "TROPER SCRIPT."

"Tales, the land lord isn't here yet. Did you take the pi- candy that was on the table?" Random'd say, before shaking his head at the potential edginess that could sabotage a television show like this. Unless they were on Disney channel. That sorta thing happens all the time there.

Then he'd stop as he noticed his prized crowbar being used to bean Tales.

"Noooooooookay I guess." He'd say, as he put his hands up. Not getting crowbarred today.

"More importantly, we need a vacuum! I'm off to...Wherever we buy stuff! I'll need the keys, some soap, a storm trooper cosplay, and two to three fireworks. Who's coming?" Random would ask, nonchalantly.

edited 3rd Jul '17 4:00:35 PM by RandomWriter413

"I am. I need to get out of this place."

"Sure, I'll come. Just remember guys, don't let Tales back in the apartment. I'm kicking him off the lease for good!"

Revaryk raises a hand enthusiastically. "I will!"

Random would grin, and there'd be a Jump Cut to the car.

Unfortunately, he was behind the wheel.

"So, as I was saying about the weather..." He'd note, turning away from the windshield, nearly clipping a few mailboxes.

Taco, absolutely still, holding onto the chair, barely chokes out, "Watch the road, Random! The fireworks are gonna be up on your right!"

(Suddenly, Talesof Under bursts out from the door with a bazooka.)

You think that would stop me? NO! Now do you want to move back into the back alley? NO! So respect mah authoritah! I actually set up all our defenses!

"I don't think crashing into mailboxes is normal weather."

"Mommy."

More annoying laughter

Tales is yet again clubbed, by Gangrenous F, Taco's part-time rapper, part-time barista friend. F turns to the audience.

Eh. It's a living.

"Alrighty!" Random would say, as he rammed on the brakes.

One cruel bit of physics later, the car would jolt to a halt, as Random opened the door to approach the fireworks tent, which he had parked inside.

Inside the apartment, one might find a cardboard cutout of Random Writer with an answering message to its right, repeating random jargon.

Taco's body limply falls out of the car, inspiring yet another canned laughter. He stands up, with wonky legs, before looking around the fireworks tent. For himself, he buys a couple fire-poppers, which burst into small sparks upon being thrown to the ground.

(Talesof Under joyrides on the car and shoots his bazooka at the nearby people. They are actually dummies, so no one was harmed.)

Cyber comes home. He's wearing a clown costume. "Another day at work...."

Gangrenous F, who let Tales run away, is there to greet Cyber. Shalom.

"Hey....I didn't know you were jewish..."