Saturday, March 17, 2007

chronicles - 3

10 - 16: the bad ass mofo years

after consuming 2116342.67 samosas by the tender age of ten, our hero found a new power. he could smell like anyone he wanted to and if he concentrated his olfactory senses hard enough, he could literally get into the nose of the character. Thus began the bad ass mofo years.

bad ass mofo - SK's smelly identity was the baddesst ass mofo in the ghetto bylanes of yari road village. the papers were full of badd ass mofo exploits - people jumping into trash cans as soon as they saw him, pigs turning a pale shade of green as he passed by, in fact: graphic descriptions of badd ass mofo's nose hair were enough to inspire cleanliness in the laziest bachelors in the area.

but badd ass mofo was no demon. He was , in fact the secret superhero that the anti-steno movement had been waiting for. Samosa Killer had become suficiently enlightened to combine the olfactory and gastonomical powers of his two identities to create one powerful entity, who was called well, Bad ass Samosa Killer ( the creative energies hadnt quite developed as yet, since the twosome were yet to meet idea the bulb)

well anyway, the awesome twosome would terrorize the world of stenos - sending irrestible stomach upsetting geurilla samosas inside tiffin boxes during the day .. and spreading the oily stench during the night.. oh what fun it was!

The professor put down his pen for a second and wiped away an oily tear. TA Cleo rushed to his side and performed the necessary TLC required tocheer up the professor, so that the could get back to his chronicles. after all this was a very important essay on the character and very fabric of society..

the professor rose from his foetal position with renewed vigor and post coital energy and thus the saga continues..

Injury was only the beginning for badd as and SK, the real assualt would be insult. What stenos hated more than anything was an insult to mindless long copy.

As of now SK seemed at a loss to understand the heightened sensibilites required to engineer insult. He needed to pass level 6 . but that was another 50000 samosas away. and his stomach was beginning to look liek a frying pan now. oily grease had started to ooze out and he was beginning to believe that he had actually turned into bad ass .. ( oh no! the machines are taking over!!!)

suddenly SK had a bright idea! . and thus was born idea the bulb