The SuperBeast Chronicles 1


Later on in the day, Cammy had made sure the house was spotless. The couch was neat and cleaned, the carpet vaccumed, and the floors mopped. Ryu was already at Ken's. Mike stood at the gate waiting for Cammy's friends.

Mike: Come the fuck on, where are they.

Mike hears a high pitched squeal, he turned his head and saw Lola, all 180 pounds of her, running towards him.

Lola: Mikey!! Ahhh!!

She grasps him, almost in a bear hug.

Mike: Hi...Lola...you been losing weight?

Lola: Don't you know it, love?

Mike: Yeah, heh heh-- oww...you can put me down now.

Lola: Oh, sorry!

Mike: Where's your friends?

Renee and Jeannie were twins. Both of them had light skin, green eyes and blonde hair. They rush over to Mike, giving him a group hug.

Mike: Hi, ladies. You got your bags already?

Jeannie: Actually, darling we just have carry-on bags.

All three: Full of make-up!

Mike: So...you guys didn't bring any clothes?

Lola: No, darling. We're gonna go shopping here for clothes!

Mike: (under his breath) I don't think they sell clothes in size FAT...

Renee: What was that, love?

Mike: I said "I don't have a problem with that."

Renee: Oh okay!

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The car ride back made Mike very uncomfortable. They were jabbering like parrots. Mike reached a boiling point when Lola switched on the radio and played something very loud that Mike despised.

Renee: Oh my god, I love this song!

Jeannie: Me too!

The three girls sang in unison.

All Three: Yo, I'll tell ya what I want, what I really really want, so tell me what ya want what you really want...

Mike: Oh, hell no...not the Spice Girls...more like Spice Cunts...

The music is blasting, with Mike getting funny looks at red lights. Mike pulls over to the side of the road.

Mike: E...NOUGH!!

The girls stop singing as Mike lowers the volume. Mike reaches over his visor, and pulls out a CD. The sound of the Spice Girls is silenced by the sounds of Phil Anselmo's roaring voice.

Mike: Ahhh...so much better.

As soon as Mike thought he was safe from his ears bleeding, the CD stops playing, and begins skipping.

Mike: Fuck!

Lola: It's skipping love.

Lola puts the radio back on to the Spice Girls, and they resume singing. Mike slams his head against the steering wheel, causing it to honk slightly each time.

Mike: Someone ram into me, please! Death is so much better than this!

Mike had driven home, despite being on edge about music that he saw as polluting the ruggedness of his car.