Then again, maybe I was just harking back to the days when I once swung my feet in an Igreja Adventista...

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#16267623)

BooR's bald pate gleams dully even in the low light. The priest stifles a gasp when he sees a rosary bead crumble in the man's hand. Not wood these beads. The beads are misshapen and irregular; the color of a windburnt pilgrim.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14231060)

Bothered adjusts his glasses on his nose and smiles wryly. "Avatar only made $16 million this weekend," he says, touching the officer's shoulder gently. The cop stands aside, mouth slightly agape. "Que é este homem?" he mutters to himself.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14231326)

The ticket taker stares back levely and asks in unexpectedly unaccented english, "Soo, one for New Moon then, sir?"

"Of course my son."

"From the mouth of babes," muses Bothered as he removes the filet o' fish he had concealed in his coat pocket.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14231641)

bravo

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14232160)

The priest, rising from his prayers, starts at the pale apparition and nearly exclaims, “João Mendes de Silva?" before noting the cino-american features.

Bothered strides purposefully to the third row and sneers, “It smells of beets and Bolsheviks in here, priest,” he nearly spits.

He bends down and gingerly picks up the largest part of the discarded rosary and whispers, “Can you hear me BooR? It’s almost time.”

The priest,, badly shaken for the second time that day, crosses himself as the man walks back out the door.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14233378)

“Today is the day,” he mutters darkly.

Though anxious for the clash of steel on bone, he flips on his laptop in the darkness. Obama has made another unforgivable gaff and there are articles to post. Important business that simply cannot wait.

Fortunately, revenge, like an Oreo McFlurry, is a dish best served cold.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14241673)

Also, it's "gaffe."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#16267663)

One for each obstacle in the ceaseless rise of BooR; he lingers gently over each as is his routine. The Elder of Zion® in an abandoned slaughterhouse in Red Hook, Trustafarian, crying on his knees on the dock in Yakutat, that night he caught up with ¶etro in the red light district of Mumbai. So very many triumphs. Now this.

“For weak useless child?” asks BooR, "Even Yusef did not have place for him. Why such trouble?"

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14241922)

Normally a hub of the tourist trade, the beach is quiet, as if the ocean knows that the man needs time alone with his thoughts.

On the shore, a wizened Mayoruna man spears trash with a practiced hand, but increasingly finds his eyes drawn to the tall man on the longboard. The words come unbidden, “Who can he be,” asks the man to the sand, “Who can he be?”

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14242740)

Ewe argh a true prophet

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#16267617)

Fortune favors the bold.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14243096)

“A doctor must learn from mistake, Anitchka. If surgery has worked what school would not want BooR?”

He squeezes her ever tighter and lovingly sniffs the nape of her neck.

“What acid will dissolve bones fastly, my darling?” he croons to her softly.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14243200)

A young man with an aristocratic bearing wearing tennis whites passes by and mutters something that sounds, to Bothered’s ears, like “Stiffoo.”

“God Bless you, my son,” says Bothered.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14243452)

“You suck my cock boy,” he sobs to himself. He repeats it over and over again as if it were a mantra, a verbal talisman to ward off forces beyond his control.

His fellow patrons are nervous, jiggling their legs and glancing around at one another for support. Before anyone dares disturb him, BooR springs from his chair without warning and breaks into a blind sprint, crashing through tables and upending small children, tears still streaming down his face.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14251932)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14252430)

“Death is a debt to nature due, which I have paid and so must you,” he says. “Will you stop for me, Death?”

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14270821)

Bothered runs the blade of his kabar knife across the palm of his hand drawing a line of beaded scarlet.

“I swear it to you,” he says to the rabbit’s foot.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14271174)

BooR snaps the neck of the fry chef quietly, tenderly even. He removes his tattered National Guard uniform and is born anew. It is only a matter of time. BooR has waited six years to go to Medical School, he can wait a little while longer.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14276311)

Click. No Wendy’s in all of Brazil. Click. No new motion on the threads. Click. Fast food in Brazil?. Click. That will do, sounds as American as apple pie and freedom fries. Rumble. Time to go.

And thus, and thus, we begin.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14276693)

This is not a problem and not close to a limit.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14276723)

best thread in a long, long fucking time.

how this happened i will never know.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14286729)

We expect peals of thunder, siren wails, a Morricone score searing our brains; but we are disappointed. There is only the smacking of lips and mindless chewing of processed meat, the shrill cries of errant children, and the smooth crooning of Pat Boone.

Though his ample stomach rumbles, Bothered’s eyes are clear.

He scans the room pensively, taking in the scene before him. A bovine matron, lipstick akimbo, sullenly smacks her gum and makes change. A bored tween pokes desultorily at her salad as her little brother frolics boisterously beneath the table. A Japanese businessman shovels food into his maw whilst ranting into his mobile. A powerfully built fry chef, fifteen hands tall, holds a butcher’s cleaver backhand.

Wrong.

But too late.

BooR vaults the counter with a guttural cry. He totters bowlegged but with alarming speed. Bothered reaches into his waistband for his own blade, a Terracotta warrior far from home, and charges forward. But before the clash of steel on steel, will on will, both stop as if caught on a string.

He is there. Betwixt the two gladiators stands the man with the Gypsy King face looking for all the world like St. Stephen.

“You do not want to do this,” he says quietly.

Bothered and BooR, Boor and Bothered, what can they do? They stand spellbound, frozen in the petrified ichor of the moment.

But they are men of will these two, these villainous heroes, these titans of the internet, and they charge forward, heedless.

Only to be stopped short. Hands of steel close around throats, one marble, one topaz.

“Thinkest thou this to be right, that thou saidst, My righteousness is more than Whokebe's?”

They attempt to speak, but words cannot be summoned.

Just as suddenly, two bodies lie on the dirty floor, two throats, clutched lightly in the dark man’s hands.

He stares out calmly into the middle distance and says, “Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the Lord thy Whokebe am a jealous Whokebe, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me.”

He turns on his heel and walks though the door and into the dusky evening.

What Whok giveth, Whok taketh away.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14303537)

*Stands and applaudes*

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#16994230)