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Episode III: Custom Jobs and Vegas Heartthrobs
Thursday February 25th – 7:31AM
Hyde Park Middle School
900 Hinson St, Las Vegas, NV
The three girls faced her in a rough semi circle, closing in with each childish insult thrown. The victim was holding up her book bag in protection, trying to shrink back into the ground as they approached.
“What a gorgeous t-shirt …,” mocked the blonde girl in the middle.
“Why, thank you,” the victim began, perking up at the unexpected compliment.
“… for a pie-eating turd hound!” girl #1 finished, elbowing her neighbor and guffawing.
The neighboring girl took up the torch. “Yes, it’s absolutely stunning …,”
The victim clasped her hands against her chest and sighed in relief. “That’s very sweet of you.”
“… for a fat stinking billygoat bullyboy!” girl #2 girl screamed, chortling at the look of hurt in the victims eyes.
Girl #3 stepped forward, putting a comforting hand on the victims shoulder. “Don’t listen to these girls,” she said soothingly. “I think your wardrobe is just fine …,”
The victim smiled, wiping tears from her eyes. “Thank you so much, that means a lot.”
“… for a saddle-goosed jelly-belly!” All three girls turned and, linking arms, laughed their way into school.
“Tsk-tsk, children can be so cruel,” said a voice behind the victim.
She turns, startled at first, then anger passes over her face.
“You were standing there the whole time? Why didn’t you say something?”
He drinks the rest of his coffee and throws the cup on the ground. “Ahhh, cocoa mochanut. Hi, I’m Punch McDermott, world-class MMA Tycoon fighter, Carnage spokesperson, and part time fashion consultant. Did you know that Carnage now offers their customers custom work?”
“Carnage? Where have I heard that before?”
“Yes it’s true. Carnage, right here in Las Vegas, is the world’s fastest growing clothing company. It already offers a wide variety of tops like ‘Shall We’, ‘Smash’, and my personal favorite, ‘P1 Green’. But due to unprecedented demand, Carnage is expanding its product line to include custom tops and bottoms.”
“Wow, that’s amazing.” A brief look of concern crosses her face and she stares at her feet. “I don’t have much money though, can I afford it?”
“No money? No problem. Just go somewhere else to buy your garbage clothes and continue to look like the frumpy, bland, unpopular, unwanted victim of society that you are. Carnage can turn you, yes even you, into a Vegas Heartthrob. Just look at this quality workmanship.” He pulls a top from his bag, proudly showing it to the girl. She looks confused at first and Punch pushes on. “The Fighting Feral Biros? Your school mascot?”
“Oh, you mean burro.”
“Did you know that they’re the loudest ass in the world and that scientists can’t determine why they smell so bad?”
“Interesting.”
“They think it may be brain rot.”
A small crowd approaches from the direction of the school, gesturing towards Punch and the girl. Girl #3, surrounded by her two minions, pushes to the front of the crowd. “Hey mister, is that your shirt?”
“Actually, no. It’s hers,” he says, handing the custom school design to the victim.
“Amazing,” says Girl #2.
“So chic,” says Girl #1.
“You’ll be the envy of everyone, where in the world did you get this and why aren’t we best friends?” says Girl #3.
“I…I…,” stumbled the victim.
“She came up with the idea herself, brought it to Carnage, who turned it into the glorious masterpiece you see before you.”
“Oh dude, you gotta give me one.”
Punch waggles his finger, “Ah-ah-ah my eager little beaver. Get your own idea, contact Carnage and you can turn yourself into Vegas’ hottest ticket in one, two, or even three months. With quality like this, no amount of time is too long.”
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