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 ||Weezle and Sniper are in the pool area of a Chicago area Holliday Inn. Weezle is in the pool playing "Marco Polo" with Tree, while Sniper sits on the pool deck drinking a Molson Export and watching the end of the Ottawa Senators vs. Tampa Bay Lightning Game.|| MARCO!! ||Weezle shouts out as Tree floats ominously about ten feet away from Weezle.|| *faintly* Polo... ||Weezle continues his strange game as Sniper pays little attention, instead focusing on the dying seconds of the hockey game.|| AH! YOU STUPID ASSCLOWN!! ||Sniper starts shouting as he watches Jani Hurme bump the net loose, and almost spills his beer.|| Great... now there's gonna be a penalty shot... moron... ||Sniper sits on the edge of his seat as the ref puts the puck at the center line. As Martin St. Louis picks up the puck and carries it towards the net, Weezle gets out of the pool and stands in front of Sniper.|| Hey buddy, did Tree get out of the pool? aahhhHHHHHH GET OUY OF THE WAY!! ... What? GET OUT OF THE WAY!! Ok, I know you're not supposed to get out of the pool, but I think Tree cheating! ||Enraged, Sniper shoves Weezle, sending him splashing into the pool, just as the announcer comes on.|| Wow! What an amazing save! That was INCREDIBLE!! Godamnit! Ha! I KNEW Tree was cheating! Oh, uh... yea... But don't worry, I made him get back in the pool. ||Weezle walks over to Tree, and gives him a stern talking to as Sniper watches the replay.|| Go Sens go! Snip, Tree getting waterlogged. We go to beddy-bye now? Yea, sure, whatever. Shotgun remote! Dangit Tree, no fair! You always get remote. Besides, you not ask Sniper. Whoa... what did you say? Well, Tree said 'Shotgun remote!', and then I say, 'Dangit Tree, no f--' No, about not asking me. Well, we share room, I think it only fair to ask you. ... Share room? What is this, a sleepover?! No, I have my own room. Well, we already sharing room, and hotel booked. Beside, it help build us teamworked-ness! Oh... yea... great... Now all we need is name. How aboot, 'Tree's Terrific Tarts'. No... what aboot, 'Tree's Tantastical Technicals'. It has marketability! *sigh* What the hell have I done... Umm... I don't think that fit on T-shirt. Well, if we're gonna be a team, we should start sharing, right? Yessum! Well, why don't you share us all some Ex's? Ok! Me an' Tree go get 'em. Good for you. YAY! We do good Tree! ||Weezle and Tree run off to the bar to get a couple Exports.|| Tripple T... Tripple T... Riiiiiight... ||A few minutes later, up their hotel room, Sniper waits anxiously as Weezle comes in with some drinks.|| Did I do good Steve? Did I? Yea, you did great! YAY! That's two! Toss me over one. ||Weezle tosses a beer to Sniper, and as Sniper opens it, it fizzes up and spills all over himself and his bed.|| Sonofa...! HAHAHA!! Good one Tree! Ah! Don't look at me Steve, it his idea. You... little...! ||Sniper looks sternly at Weezle, as Weezle begins to cower in fear and whimper.|| Oh great... Look, I'm sorry I got mad, but you have to know that it's wrong to waste beer, no matter how funny it may seem. *sniffle* Sorry Steve. *sigh* Don't worry about it. Just try to get some sleep. We got a big match on Monday, and you need to be ready. Okay. G'night. Goodnight. ||Sniper turns off the lights, and starts to head off into la-la land.|| Night-night Steve! *grumble* |
