Post by Cornbread Mafia on Feb 21, 2014 23:35:57 GMT -6
Cameron and Shawn Worley walk into the casino area of Luxor in Las Vegas and grin. Looking around the building, the gambling tables, the multiple bars, the shows upstairs and best of all, the girls, it all beckons them to move in and partake of the vices on display. The two of them stand there, Cameron smirking knowingly while Shawn looks like a little kid having his first glimpse of the biggest candy store in town.
Shawn Worley: Dayamn...
Cameron nods, still smirking like the knowing elder brother he is.
Cameron Worley: Tolya!
Shawn nods as he takes in the scantily glad serving girls making their rounds.
Shawn Worley: You deeyod... sawry ah dotted ya...
Cameron shrugs, smiling just as broadly as his brother at the sights before his eyes.
Shawn Worley: Whut shayall...
Suddenly, Shawn stops, trailing off abruptly as he spots the cameraman from the other night seemingly waiting in the corner. He taps his brother and then nods at the poor shaking cameraman.
Shawn Worley: Wha's he luckin' atus lack thet?
Cameron Worley turns to look at what his brother is talking about.
Cameron Worley: His awitin fuh Wilie t'cum shoot'im...
Shawn stares at the guy and shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: In the wod opin uva casayna?
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: Iyit's th fare uv Willie, ah rack'n.
Shawn nods and then wanders over in the direction of the cameraman with Cameron right behind him. As they arrive next to him, they glance up to see a preacher on the television.
Preacher: Some people call him a monster...
The man pauses dramatically.
Preacher: They think he's here to destroy us all and make us pay for the world's wickedness and sin...
Cameron grins.
Cameron Worley: Intrastin...
Shawn nods as the man on television continues.
Preacher: Others say he's the Messiah...
Shawn nods again.
Shawn Worley: Gun rayamble own freva, ain't he?
Cameron nods as the man on television starts again.
Preacher: Come down from heaven with the light all around...
The Cameraman stares, mesmerized.
Preacher: Sent with the power to save us all...
The cameraman nods.
The Cameraman: Damn sure need it...
Preacher: I see him as the Revelator...
Cameron chuckles.
Cameron Worley: Bullsheeeit!
Preacher: And the man that will help the cause...
Shawn joins his brother in laughing at the guy.
Shawn Worley: Whucrock!
The Cameraman can't believe his ears.
The Cameraman: He's a great man! He spreads the Word!
Cameron Worley: Ifin y'all sigh so...
The man on the box starts up again.
Preacher: He's the end... the end to your beginning, the beginning of the end of everything...
Shawn Worley: An heeyer it cum...
Preacher: Everything you all hold dear...
The man on the box bows his head.
Preacher: Glory... be his name...
The Cameraman nods.
The Cameraman: You guys don't believe?
Cameron and Shawn glance to each other and then shrug.
Cameron Worley: Ah blave, yu?
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Jes nut in heeyim an' hiz bullsheeit...
The Cameraman nods, his camera having been on since they walked over.
The Cameraman: Why not? What does he do that makes you doubt his calling?
Cameron Worley: Coz, he jes lack them beeyich boas, Song Rayall. He sayas th' sayam sheeit eva dayamn tom, thout fayal. He towk biyig den mack sho yu hayer hah th charch dun naid cayash...
Shawn nods his agreement.
Shawn Worley: An' thet's wain yu naw, it ain't bot th' Lard t'all, s'bot th' cayash...
Cameron looks up again and smirks.
Cameron Worley: Jes lick atim, s'all bot pairances weeyithim, jes lack Song Rayall. Thayim's lack noss an' thass bot iyit.
Shawn looks up and then back to his the cameraman.
Shawn Worley: Didjearem? S'all they sigh botus wuz hah we doan look lack them lack bayin ablet'bah fansa shmansa suits sez y'all's batt'r'n us...
Cameron shakes his head.
Cameron Worley: It's sayad t'see thet coz thar shud b s'much mo cummin fum them whut wit dat histry the cape pondin an' pondin ova evrin's hayids...
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: They's gon bait us coz they's drassed up... th' fucksthet?
The Cameraman shrugs.
The Cameraman: They did bring up the guy who tried to shoot me.
Cameron starts laughing again.
Cameron Worley: He y'ain't a naybr neifer...
The camerman frowns.
The Cameraman: He's not?
Shawn shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: Willie's kin, he jes lacks slaypin in tayints s'all.
The Camerman nods.
The Cameraman: I see...
Cameron Worley: Luck man, thiyis ain't ar fust tom otta ton. Theys fools ifin they thank we jes fayal enta thiyis coz we wuz bored an dun hayid t'much shon...
Shawn nods matter-of-factly into the camera.
Shawn Worley: We lacks Loss Veyg's too y'all...
Cameron just shakes his head with disgust.
Cameron Worley: S'y'all kin tayke Murpha's Low an' shuv it rat up Kron's ayass!
Shawn nods, looking equally disgusted.
Shawn Worley: Suck ouwn thet beeyich boas!
The camera turns to watch them as they walk off, just shaking their heads and scanning the target rich environment they find themselves in. They quickly disappear into the sea of humanity before the camera gives up and fades to black.
Shawn Worley: Dayamn...
Cameron nods, still smirking like the knowing elder brother he is.
Cameron Worley: Tolya!
Shawn nods as he takes in the scantily glad serving girls making their rounds.
Shawn Worley: You deeyod... sawry ah dotted ya...
Cameron shrugs, smiling just as broadly as his brother at the sights before his eyes.
Shawn Worley: Whut shayall...
Suddenly, Shawn stops, trailing off abruptly as he spots the cameraman from the other night seemingly waiting in the corner. He taps his brother and then nods at the poor shaking cameraman.
Shawn Worley: Wha's he luckin' atus lack thet?
Cameron Worley turns to look at what his brother is talking about.
Cameron Worley: His awitin fuh Wilie t'cum shoot'im...
Shawn stares at the guy and shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: In the wod opin uva casayna?
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: Iyit's th fare uv Willie, ah rack'n.
Shawn nods and then wanders over in the direction of the cameraman with Cameron right behind him. As they arrive next to him, they glance up to see a preacher on the television.
Preacher: Some people call him a monster...
The man pauses dramatically.
Preacher: They think he's here to destroy us all and make us pay for the world's wickedness and sin...
Cameron grins.
Cameron Worley: Intrastin...
Shawn nods as the man on television continues.
Preacher: Others say he's the Messiah...
Shawn nods again.
Shawn Worley: Gun rayamble own freva, ain't he?
Cameron nods as the man on television starts again.
Preacher: Come down from heaven with the light all around...
The Cameraman stares, mesmerized.
Preacher: Sent with the power to save us all...
The cameraman nods.
The Cameraman: Damn sure need it...
Preacher: I see him as the Revelator...
Cameron chuckles.
Cameron Worley: Bullsheeeit!
Preacher: And the man that will help the cause...
Shawn joins his brother in laughing at the guy.
Shawn Worley: Whucrock!
The Cameraman can't believe his ears.
The Cameraman: He's a great man! He spreads the Word!
Cameron Worley: Ifin y'all sigh so...
The man on the box starts up again.
Preacher: He's the end... the end to your beginning, the beginning of the end of everything...
Shawn Worley: An heeyer it cum...
Preacher: Everything you all hold dear...
The man on the box bows his head.
Preacher: Glory... be his name...
The Cameraman nods.
The Cameraman: You guys don't believe?
Cameron and Shawn glance to each other and then shrug.
Cameron Worley: Ah blave, yu?
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Jes nut in heeyim an' hiz bullsheeit...
The Cameraman nods, his camera having been on since they walked over.
The Cameraman: Why not? What does he do that makes you doubt his calling?
Cameron Worley: Coz, he jes lack them beeyich boas, Song Rayall. He sayas th' sayam sheeit eva dayamn tom, thout fayal. He towk biyig den mack sho yu hayer hah th charch dun naid cayash...
Shawn nods his agreement.
Shawn Worley: An' thet's wain yu naw, it ain't bot th' Lard t'all, s'bot th' cayash...
Cameron looks up again and smirks.
Cameron Worley: Jes lick atim, s'all bot pairances weeyithim, jes lack Song Rayall. Thayim's lack noss an' thass bot iyit.
Shawn looks up and then back to his the cameraman.
Shawn Worley: Didjearem? S'all they sigh botus wuz hah we doan look lack them lack bayin ablet'bah fansa shmansa suits sez y'all's batt'r'n us...
Cameron shakes his head.
Cameron Worley: It's sayad t'see thet coz thar shud b s'much mo cummin fum them whut wit dat histry the cape pondin an' pondin ova evrin's hayids...
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: They's gon bait us coz they's drassed up... th' fucksthet?
The Cameraman shrugs.
The Cameraman: They did bring up the guy who tried to shoot me.
Cameron starts laughing again.
Cameron Worley: He y'ain't a naybr neifer...
The camerman frowns.
The Cameraman: He's not?
Shawn shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: Willie's kin, he jes lacks slaypin in tayints s'all.
The Camerman nods.
The Cameraman: I see...
Cameron Worley: Luck man, thiyis ain't ar fust tom otta ton. Theys fools ifin they thank we jes fayal enta thiyis coz we wuz bored an dun hayid t'much shon...
Shawn nods matter-of-factly into the camera.
Shawn Worley: We lacks Loss Veyg's too y'all...
Cameron just shakes his head with disgust.
Cameron Worley: S'y'all kin tayke Murpha's Low an' shuv it rat up Kron's ayass!
Shawn nods, looking equally disgusted.
Shawn Worley: Suck ouwn thet beeyich boas!
The camera turns to watch them as they walk off, just shaking their heads and scanning the target rich environment they find themselves in. They quickly disappear into the sea of humanity before the camera gives up and fades to black.
