Post by Silamai on Nov 27, 2005 23:36:12 GMT -5
Post jokes here about random situations the characters may find themselves in, whether it be within the boundaries of Silent Hill or James' garage.
So yeah, I wrote this one a long time ago, so some people from the old SHH may know it. I can't think of any new ones to write at the moment, sorry. I also apologize for the length. I'm longwinded with my jokes for some reason.
The Silent Hill protagonists decide to start a rock group in the garage of James’ house.
Heather: Okay, let’s go over instruments. I get to play the electric guitar because I’m the prettiest.
Henry: What the hell?
Heather: Dad, you can have the drums.
Harry: Why do I get the drums?
Heather: All those beatings that you gave those nurses with the emergency hammer have got to count for something.
Harry: Oh, okay.
[Harry happily skips to the drum set]
Heather: [to herself] Plus, the thought of you being up front scares me to the point of birthing a God.
Heather: Now James-
James: Oh! Oh! Can I play the pillow?
Heather: You can’t play a pillow.
James: Sure you can! Here, I’ll show you!
[James grabs a pillow seemingly out of nowhere]
James: First, I shove it in your face, and then you sing into it. Try it! It’s fun!
Heather: No way, you psychotic freak!
[Heather smacks the pillow away]
Heather: You can sing.
[Heather hands him a microphone that looks a lot like a gun]
Heather: You have to hold it like this [positions it so that the end of the gun is in James’ face] and turn it on by pulling the trig- I mean this switch here [points to the trigger].
James: Okay.
Heather: Now Henry, you get the best instrument of all. The cowbell!
Henry: What the hell?
[Heather hands him a large cowbell and drumstick]
Now let’s go! One, two, three, four!
[they begin to play an abstract song, which eventually begins to sound good. James still hasn’t ‘turned on’ the microphone yet.]
Heather: Okay, we’re still missing something.
Voice: IT NEEDS MORE COWBELL!
Henry: What the hell?
Heather: Who are you?
[man walks out from shadows]
Man: I am Christopher Walken and I am telling you that you need more cowbell!
BANG!
[all look to see that James ‘turned the microphone on’]
Christopher: And you need a new singer.
Heather: Dude, what are you doing here in the first place?
Female voice: Honey! Where are you? Aren’t you going to help me find my friend Allessa?
Christopher: [cringes] I’m running away from my blind date. I told them that I liked to read about cults and God, so they set me up with this weirdo.
Heather: That voice sounds familiar…
[woman appears in the shadows, her face can’t be seen]
Woman: Oh Chris, I was looking for you when you suggested we play Hide and Seek!
Christopher: I didn’t say that, I said that you should ‘seek’ professional help.
Woman: [ignores him] I had to chase you through the rose bush you went in, and the mud you ran through, and the bee hives you went through, and…
Christopher: [whispers to Heather] See what I mean?
Heather: Wait a minute!
[Woman looks at Heather, face comes into the light]
Heather: YOU!
Woman: Hmmm? Oh no!
Heather: Claudia, you bitch! You tried to kill my father! I thought you died in that hole!
Claudia: What? No, there was a cushion on the bottom, so I decided to start a new life with this hunk of man here!
Henry: What the hell?
Claudia: Not you, you emotionless idiot! My little Chrisy-poo here! [Latches on to Christopher’s arm]
Christopher: [begins to shake his arm] Get off me you creepy, creepy woman!
Harry (I felt that he should have at least one line): [to himself] Is she desperate?
Heather: [Kill Bill style!] You and I have unfinished business.
[Fight ensues, starting out as a slap fight]
Heather: Bitch! [Slaps Claudia]
Claudia: Slut! [Slaps Heather]
Heather: I am no slut! I didn’t have sex with anyone to make that baby! [Slaps Claudia]
Claudia: Oh yeah, like we haven’t heard that one before! [Slaps Heather]
Heather: You’re a liar and you know it! [Slaps Claudia]
Claudia: Well you know what!? That ‘God’ that you came up with was nothing but a tiny drug addict, whose mom was on the cover of Crack Whore magazine! [Slaps Heather]
Heather: Oh that is so it!
[Heather grabs the gun from James’ dead fingers and shoots Claudia]
Heather: No one talks about my baby that way, bitch!
[Everyone looks at Heather in shock]
Heather: [completely calm] Now what was that you said about a cowbell, Chris?
So yeah, I wrote this one a long time ago, so some people from the old SHH may know it. I can't think of any new ones to write at the moment, sorry. I also apologize for the length. I'm longwinded with my jokes for some reason.
The Silent Hill protagonists decide to start a rock group in the garage of James’ house.
Heather: Okay, let’s go over instruments. I get to play the electric guitar because I’m the prettiest.
Henry: What the hell?
Heather: Dad, you can have the drums.
Harry: Why do I get the drums?
Heather: All those beatings that you gave those nurses with the emergency hammer have got to count for something.
Harry: Oh, okay.
[Harry happily skips to the drum set]
Heather: [to herself] Plus, the thought of you being up front scares me to the point of birthing a God.
Heather: Now James-
James: Oh! Oh! Can I play the pillow?
Heather: You can’t play a pillow.
James: Sure you can! Here, I’ll show you!
[James grabs a pillow seemingly out of nowhere]
James: First, I shove it in your face, and then you sing into it. Try it! It’s fun!
Heather: No way, you psychotic freak!
[Heather smacks the pillow away]
Heather: You can sing.
[Heather hands him a microphone that looks a lot like a gun]
Heather: You have to hold it like this [positions it so that the end of the gun is in James’ face] and turn it on by pulling the trig- I mean this switch here [points to the trigger].
James: Okay.
Heather: Now Henry, you get the best instrument of all. The cowbell!
Henry: What the hell?
[Heather hands him a large cowbell and drumstick]
Now let’s go! One, two, three, four!
[they begin to play an abstract song, which eventually begins to sound good. James still hasn’t ‘turned on’ the microphone yet.]
Heather: Okay, we’re still missing something.
Voice: IT NEEDS MORE COWBELL!
Henry: What the hell?
Heather: Who are you?
[man walks out from shadows]
Man: I am Christopher Walken and I am telling you that you need more cowbell!
BANG!
[all look to see that James ‘turned the microphone on’]
Christopher: And you need a new singer.
Heather: Dude, what are you doing here in the first place?
Female voice: Honey! Where are you? Aren’t you going to help me find my friend Allessa?
Christopher: [cringes] I’m running away from my blind date. I told them that I liked to read about cults and God, so they set me up with this weirdo.
Heather: That voice sounds familiar…
[woman appears in the shadows, her face can’t be seen]
Woman: Oh Chris, I was looking for you when you suggested we play Hide and Seek!
Christopher: I didn’t say that, I said that you should ‘seek’ professional help.
Woman: [ignores him] I had to chase you through the rose bush you went in, and the mud you ran through, and the bee hives you went through, and…
Christopher: [whispers to Heather] See what I mean?
Heather: Wait a minute!
[Woman looks at Heather, face comes into the light]
Heather: YOU!
Woman: Hmmm? Oh no!
Heather: Claudia, you bitch! You tried to kill my father! I thought you died in that hole!
Claudia: What? No, there was a cushion on the bottom, so I decided to start a new life with this hunk of man here!
Henry: What the hell?
Claudia: Not you, you emotionless idiot! My little Chrisy-poo here! [Latches on to Christopher’s arm]
Christopher: [begins to shake his arm] Get off me you creepy, creepy woman!
Harry (I felt that he should have at least one line): [to himself] Is she desperate?
Heather: [Kill Bill style!] You and I have unfinished business.
[Fight ensues, starting out as a slap fight]
Heather: Bitch! [Slaps Claudia]
Claudia: Slut! [Slaps Heather]
Heather: I am no slut! I didn’t have sex with anyone to make that baby! [Slaps Claudia]
Claudia: Oh yeah, like we haven’t heard that one before! [Slaps Heather]
Heather: You’re a liar and you know it! [Slaps Claudia]
Claudia: Well you know what!? That ‘God’ that you came up with was nothing but a tiny drug addict, whose mom was on the cover of Crack Whore magazine! [Slaps Heather]
Heather: Oh that is so it!
[Heather grabs the gun from James’ dead fingers and shoots Claudia]
Heather: No one talks about my baby that way, bitch!
[Everyone looks at Heather in shock]
Heather: [completely calm] Now what was that you said about a cowbell, Chris?