Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2022 15:35:50 GMT
Danhausen just finished taping another YouTube thing where he was unboxing a bunch of boxes with stuff in it for him.
No money.
Nothing from Paul. Tony A&W didn't reach out to him either. Bummed, he starts looking around, as Davis starts cleaning up the mess.
Davis: Got a lot of stuff again, Danhausen.
Danhausen: Didn't get everything I wanted Davis, ya' see was suppose to be getting a whole bag of MONEY!
Davis: From who?
Danhausen: Anyone, I started one of those Me Fund Go's thing on the computer. Danhausen needs money! Bags of money Davis! I need to be rich!
Danhausen, frustrated gets up, still limping a bit after the injury he received. He looks around and stares at his toy collection. Again, frustrated about everything, he throws some of the toys down at the ground. Davis rushes over to start picking them up.
Danhausen: Ah, Davis. Such a good friend. Such a good little fellow. Ya' see Davis, when I get these bags of money I'm promised, Danhausen is going to give you some of that monies. Ah, yes. Such a good boy Davis. Here, have a candy.
Danhausen hands Davis a piece of candy, and Davis smiles. Davis is such a loyal friend to Danhausen, when all Danhausen needed was someone to wash his clothes. Since then, their friendship has bloomed into something more, into something. Special.
Danhausen: Wait, what's this? A letter. Great, another letter from a fan, with no monies, but expecting me to sign something for them. BE CURSED!
Danhausen hands Davis the letter. Davis starts to open it, and sees the letter head for WLCW. His eyes widen, and he starts to get a bit excited and starts talking to Danhausen.
Davis: I think you're going to get that bag of money, Danhausen!
Danhausen rips the letter out of Davis's hand and starts to read it. His eyes widen as he continues to read it. He then sighs and crumbles the letter up, before throwing it towards the garbage. We say towards because he misses, horribly.
Danhausen: Ah, forget it Davis, Mick Cactus doesn't believe in Danhausen. Mick Cactus doesn't even care about wrestling anymore. Mick Cactus is a phony. Ah, why the hell did you even open that letter from Mick Cactus?
Davis: You handed it to me.
Danhausen looks at Davis, before sitting back down in his chair.
Danhausen: I think.. I think we're going to need to get creative. Pepsi Man Phil available? Need to see if he wants to make millions.
Davis: CM Punk works with this company. It's a real company, Danhausen sir.
Danhausen's eyes widen. He's going to be making a lot of bags of money. He starts speaking.
Danhausen: OK, well Danhausen's leg feels so much better! Look at me, going to kick.
Danhausen attempts to kick, but gets his leg up three inches.
Danhausen: I'll just stick to punching people in the GROIN!
Davis goes over to the computer and logs into the WLCW website, he sees they're running a show this weekend, and looks over at Danhausen, and calls him over. Davis reads out loud something.
Davis: Battle Royal, this Saturday.
Danhausen: Is it for monies? Like how many bags we talking?
Davis: Five or six bags.
Danhausen: Filled to the brim?
Davis: Maybe?
Danhausen: Each need to be filled to the brim, with Ben Franklin bucks filled inside it. Danhausen isn't cheap ya' know. Like's to be rich, very quickly! The less I have to work, the better. The less I have to do, the better. Danhausen wants to get in and out. Grab the monies and leave. Do the bear minimum. Send one of those quick mails to Mick Cactus, I have a list of demands.
Davis opens up his email client. He types in Mick Foley's email address which was nicely laid out on the letter Danhausen crumbled up, and he waits for Danhausen to share some of his demands.
Danhausen: OK, well. I've thought about this for years. YEARS! And I got to say, this is all exciting, never thought I'd be writing a list of demands email to Mick Cactus. Alright, let's see how this goes.
Danhausen pauses. And begins listing them off, one by one.
Danhausen: I demand a team with Pepsi Man, called Coke is superior. Ah yes, because Pepsi is disgusting. Hope he understands. Secondly, I would like my own room to dress and change in. Because no one bothers Danhausen before or after a match! Yes, I don't play nice with humans. Very EVIL! Rude, always messaging me asking to see my human face. How dare you heathens!
Danhausen pauses for a second, before picking back up where he left off.
Danhausen: I want posters of my idols, Mayor McCheese, and Dan Rather in my dressing room, as I need to be reminded that I'm doing it for them! Yes, indeed. Very nice people. Also, I demand the bags of money up front, and replaced with fake monies in the ring. No one is to steal my bags!
Davis: Anything else?
Danhausen: Yeah! Play the good version of Tequila. I'm tired of these phonies playing a knock off version. Mick Cactus should have the monies to do it. He better not taking it from mine though, or he will RUE the day.
Davis nods, and adds that in.
Danhausen: OK one more thing.
Davis waits.
Danhausen: NO SWEARING! If I hear a single swear, we'll be taken off television instantly, and Danhausen will no longer be getting his bags of monies. If that's the case, the person who curses shall be removed, and CURSED!
Davis smirks.
Danhausen: Yeah that's it. Time to take over the world, Davis.
Danhausen walks out of the room and the scene fades.
No money.
Nothing from Paul. Tony A&W didn't reach out to him either. Bummed, he starts looking around, as Davis starts cleaning up the mess.
Davis: Got a lot of stuff again, Danhausen.
Danhausen: Didn't get everything I wanted Davis, ya' see was suppose to be getting a whole bag of MONEY!
Davis: From who?
Danhausen: Anyone, I started one of those Me Fund Go's thing on the computer. Danhausen needs money! Bags of money Davis! I need to be rich!
Danhausen, frustrated gets up, still limping a bit after the injury he received. He looks around and stares at his toy collection. Again, frustrated about everything, he throws some of the toys down at the ground. Davis rushes over to start picking them up.
Danhausen: Ah, Davis. Such a good friend. Such a good little fellow. Ya' see Davis, when I get these bags of money I'm promised, Danhausen is going to give you some of that monies. Ah, yes. Such a good boy Davis. Here, have a candy.
Danhausen hands Davis a piece of candy, and Davis smiles. Davis is such a loyal friend to Danhausen, when all Danhausen needed was someone to wash his clothes. Since then, their friendship has bloomed into something more, into something. Special.
Danhausen: Wait, what's this? A letter. Great, another letter from a fan, with no monies, but expecting me to sign something for them. BE CURSED!
Danhausen hands Davis the letter. Davis starts to open it, and sees the letter head for WLCW. His eyes widen, and he starts to get a bit excited and starts talking to Danhausen.
Davis: I think you're going to get that bag of money, Danhausen!
Danhausen rips the letter out of Davis's hand and starts to read it. His eyes widen as he continues to read it. He then sighs and crumbles the letter up, before throwing it towards the garbage. We say towards because he misses, horribly.
Danhausen: Ah, forget it Davis, Mick Cactus doesn't believe in Danhausen. Mick Cactus doesn't even care about wrestling anymore. Mick Cactus is a phony. Ah, why the hell did you even open that letter from Mick Cactus?
Davis: You handed it to me.
Danhausen looks at Davis, before sitting back down in his chair.
Danhausen: I think.. I think we're going to need to get creative. Pepsi Man Phil available? Need to see if he wants to make millions.
Davis: CM Punk works with this company. It's a real company, Danhausen sir.
Danhausen's eyes widen. He's going to be making a lot of bags of money. He starts speaking.
Danhausen: OK, well Danhausen's leg feels so much better! Look at me, going to kick.
Danhausen attempts to kick, but gets his leg up three inches.
Danhausen: I'll just stick to punching people in the GROIN!
Davis goes over to the computer and logs into the WLCW website, he sees they're running a show this weekend, and looks over at Danhausen, and calls him over. Davis reads out loud something.
Davis: Battle Royal, this Saturday.
Danhausen: Is it for monies? Like how many bags we talking?
Davis: Five or six bags.
Danhausen: Filled to the brim?
Davis: Maybe?
Danhausen: Each need to be filled to the brim, with Ben Franklin bucks filled inside it. Danhausen isn't cheap ya' know. Like's to be rich, very quickly! The less I have to work, the better. The less I have to do, the better. Danhausen wants to get in and out. Grab the monies and leave. Do the bear minimum. Send one of those quick mails to Mick Cactus, I have a list of demands.
Davis opens up his email client. He types in Mick Foley's email address which was nicely laid out on the letter Danhausen crumbled up, and he waits for Danhausen to share some of his demands.
Danhausen: OK, well. I've thought about this for years. YEARS! And I got to say, this is all exciting, never thought I'd be writing a list of demands email to Mick Cactus. Alright, let's see how this goes.
Danhausen pauses. And begins listing them off, one by one.
Danhausen: I demand a team with Pepsi Man, called Coke is superior. Ah yes, because Pepsi is disgusting. Hope he understands. Secondly, I would like my own room to dress and change in. Because no one bothers Danhausen before or after a match! Yes, I don't play nice with humans. Very EVIL! Rude, always messaging me asking to see my human face. How dare you heathens!
Danhausen pauses for a second, before picking back up where he left off.
Danhausen: I want posters of my idols, Mayor McCheese, and Dan Rather in my dressing room, as I need to be reminded that I'm doing it for them! Yes, indeed. Very nice people. Also, I demand the bags of money up front, and replaced with fake monies in the ring. No one is to steal my bags!
Davis: Anything else?
Danhausen: Yeah! Play the good version of Tequila. I'm tired of these phonies playing a knock off version. Mick Cactus should have the monies to do it. He better not taking it from mine though, or he will RUE the day.
Davis nods, and adds that in.
Danhausen: OK one more thing.
Davis waits.
Danhausen: NO SWEARING! If I hear a single swear, we'll be taken off television instantly, and Danhausen will no longer be getting his bags of monies. If that's the case, the person who curses shall be removed, and CURSED!
Davis smirks.
Danhausen: Yeah that's it. Time to take over the world, Davis.
Danhausen walks out of the room and the scene fades.