Seven Periods After Each Sentences Is Fun

Hotel rooms and butt-face junkies.
"CLOSE THE WINDOWS DOPE FIEND!"
I hate everyone. Why are this many people in one hotel room.
Ruey: NUGGY! You smell flippin' TERRIBLE!!! Did you not take a shower when theres one right flipping there?!?!
Nuggy(obviously high): Yo man.... chill with all that bra. tee-hee...
Nuggy keeps slumping towards Ruey trying to hug him and be console through whatever is going on in his elevated world right now. I think i see a tear in his eye.
In a corner is Mokbel, rubbing his eyes cause he doesn't want to listen when people tell them that they're backwards. Suffer. Enjoy the redness and love your eyes being irritated you stubborn bastard.
He starts mumbling to himself
Mokbel: I hate these people......
He pulls out a sword and gets on his knees as if ready to commit seppukku. Wait. Did he just pull that sword out his ass? As much as i'd love to watch him mutilate himself, I get off the bed with my shoulders slumped and head outside. Dizzy is leaned up against the wall by the door smoking a cig and watching something in the parking lot with his lazy, red eyes. I stare at him with a gaze, waiting for him to realize that im shooting my infared beams into his temple. What the hell is wrong with him. With his eyes still fixated at the parking lot,
Dizzy: Dude, i, like, wanna hit her sooo bad. and not in a sexual way. I just wish i didnt have a penis for just on damn day. ONE DAMN DAY! and i'd fight her, and beat the craptrash out of her......
HSD: Me too, man. Me too.
I pry his pack of ciggs out his hand and light one at my lips. Post myself against the wall with one foot up.
Dizzy: Dude, she just urks me so bad. And im flippin stuck with her throughout this whole trip.
HSD: Well im stuck with you guys against my will. Make the best of it and quit girling you pansy!
I slap him across the face. appearently harder than i expected since he went spiraling into a car and set off the alarm. He peeled his face off the newly dented car. He it looked as if he were looking at the car but knowing Dizzy, he's probably somehow looking at the sound of the alarm which is impossible......... thats ok though. In my world anything is possible.
He stomps on the front hood of the car and a purple smoke mystically starts pouring out.
Then a pink genie, who looks like he works as a male stripper at ChocoSticks Night Club, spins out elagantly from the mist.
Genie: Hi everyone! I tho love your thexy beater! It should tho be a more lavender color though. I thi--
Dizzy quickly beats the genie to death. He opens a flap in the cloud of purple smoke and stuffs the genies lifeless body inside. The Smaoke disappears. He posts up against the wall next to me and lights up a LungRaze. We hear a noise from the roof and we both look up.
We see a light skinned devil flipping acrobatical from the roof. He heads down to the pavement so gracefully. The he precipitously lands on his neck......
with out seeing his face, i automatically know its Alo.
He gets up like he never fell and posts up in between me and Dizzy like he was there before us. Alo: Wassup guys.
I give a hug of hatred.
Alo steals a cigg from Dizzy and casually slips it on his lips and proceeds to raze his lungs. All three of our heads were leaking of smoke when our attention was drawn by an orange kitten walking across the parking lot as if he owned it. I want it. I'll sleep better tonight if i have it. We swiftly take our eyes off the cat for a split second to look at each other in agreement. Affirmative. WE SPEEDILY ATTACK! The cat recognizes me and realizes whats going on but doesnt move. We have this in the bag. We all dive for the cat. Like and old eighties comedy, we land, knocking our heads together with the cat within mere inches of our finger tips. The cat goes into Dizzy's pocket and takes a cigg, lights it and starts walking away on two feet. He throws on some shades and gives us the middle finger. Then the camera goes to his front with him walking and a huge explosion goes off in the background. Action movie type.

That Explosion Happens To Be Our Heads.