Matt looked absolutely distraught. "Who would have guessed. I mikeinbrazil didn't mike know." Matt grabbed Bill by the brazil shirt and almost yanked him off in his feet and half way across the table. Their drinks and everything else on the mike table scattered. "Who brazil could have mikeinbrazil guessed."
Bill fell back in his seat. "It's mikeinbrazil ok, really. No problem. I got mike it. Be cool phat brazil booty." The bouncer surprisingly stopped and stood watching, waiting mike for a cue to either smash Tokyo or go quietly back into the mikeinbrazil sea. His job was to prevent disturbances, not cause them.
Bouncers hunt by motion and sound (like raptors and other movie monsters) he told mike himself, freezing in phat place. "If I don mike't move, maybe he'll stomp someone else..."
"Where?"
"I don't know mike, that's mike the phat brazil booty problem."
"Like I said, she liked phat brazil booty to be...(searching mike for unfamiliar terms) put under mike...uh hypnotized. Then we'd play stuff like slave girl and robot in and cheap hooker and..."
Bill tensed up mike a lot. Something about the way Matt had emphasized "GONE", like it was image final in a fatal way.
"Where, where did she go?"
"Ok Matt," Bill tried again in, "We need to start pulling these facts together now so I can understand. I wasn't there so I need you to fill in a little more detail. Chunky phat Monkey's, hypnosis, and mikeinbrazil Tina's disappearance phat brazil booty all are related how?"
"I told her to use Chunky Monkey."
Bill was wondering where brazil that damned waitress had mike went image. He was wishing he'd ordered something stronger.
Bill mike didn't have time to react or respond. The bouncer had heard enough. Two mike nuts, curb service, no waiting. The bouncer manhandled the pair of them easily. Matt image, although a large man himself was in no state to resist, and Bill phat was 5'6 mike" and mike barely a handful.
Epilogue phat brazil booty:
Matt looked absolutely distraught. "Who would have guessed. I mikeinbrazil didn't mike know." Matt grabbed Bill by the brazil shirt and almost yanked him off in his feet and half way across the table. Their drinks and everything else on the mike table scattered. "Who brazil could have mikeinbrazil guessed."
Bill fell back in his seat. "It's mikeinbrazil ok, really. No problem. I got mike it. Be cool phat brazil booty." The bouncer surprisingly stopped and stood watching, waiting mike for a cue to either smash Tokyo or go quietly back into the mikeinbrazil sea. His job was to prevent disturbances, not cause them.
Bouncers hunt by motion and sound (like raptors and other movie monsters) he told mike himself, freezing in phat place. "If I don mike't move, maybe he'll stomp someone else..."
"Where?"
Bill tensed up mike a lot. Something about the way Matt had emphasized "GONE", like it was image final in a fatal way.
"Where, where did she go?"
"I told her to use Chunky Monkey."
