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"Everyone! Quick! We gotta clean this place up! And cook dinner! And shower! But not all at once!"
I pull out a broom.
"Let's do this! ...sorry if that came out wrong."
edited 3rd Jul '17 5:05:29 PM by DrNoPuma
"Everything comes out wrong around here. Including that."
Taco asked, "Didn't Tales throw him out the window... or was that his imagination? Oh damn!" (Laughtrack)
Taco starts spit shining the ooze stained couch. Gangrenous F, not wanting to clean anything, returns to his house.
I begin sweeping furiously.
"Hey, does anyone mind if I sing while doing this?"
"Go right ahead. I'll cook the spaghetti."
Puts on earplugs
Taco goes to the doorway. "I'll dust the angry landlord!" Taco goes on to dust the angry landlord standing in the doorway.
edited 3rd Jul '17 5:17:58 PM by TacoBadger
"Thanks. I know some Disney songs that are great for working..."
Puma starts singing "Be Prepared".
"I love this song!"
Taco scoffs. "Guys, this landlord is impossible to dust. Can I get some help?"
A few minutes later...
"There! Now the floor is so clean, you could eat off of it! ...I wouldn't recommend that, though."
"Cyber, you're not doing anything, are you?"
Comes out, still wearing his shirt.
"Help dust the Very Angry Landlord, would you?"
Taco tsked. "Yeah, it's like the more I dust, the angrier this landlord gets..."
edited 3rd Jul '17 5:23:28 PM by TacoBadger
"Okay, dinner's on! Would you like to come in, Mr. Very Angry Landlord?"
I notice that the landlord tracks a little dirt in. I try very hard not to react.
Puma, there's vanilla cake for dessert. Just sit down and forget about it.
edited 3rd Jul '17 5:40:25 PM by TropesForever
Angry Mr. Benedetto looks at the mess of his apartment. WHAT DID YOU FREELOADERS DO TO MY APARTMENT? ITS A WRECK!
Taco spoke up. "Sir..."
Mr. Benedetto pushed Taco down, and began smoking a cigar. You guys'll be out in a week...
"Mr. Benedetto, lease. We have no where else to go. If you look deep in your heart, I'm sure you'll let us stay."
"You must not be looking deep enough, then!"
The landlord puffs again, throwing his cigar to the floor. He looks to Taco. You, light me another cigar!
Taco, who has been slowly crying, brings a cigar up to Mr. Benedetto' mouth, and lights it. However, in his shakiness, he Burns the landlord's hand. SON OF A BITCH!
Benedetto dropped the lit cigar to the ground, lighting the few remaining fireworks, which were placed directly under him. As the fuse started running out, Mr. Benedetto entered a scornful rage. THAT'S IT, I WANT YOU ALL OUT!
"Wait what WHY?! Welp."
"Time to use this thing! HYAAAAA!" I attempt to slash at the Landlord using my replica Master Sword... Only to see that it isn't made of actual steel at all. It's made of plastic, of all things.
(Suddenly, Talesof Under pops out and kicks the landlord in the nuts then punts him out the window.)
Ten points to Griffindor!
"Oh. Oh dear. Well...I'll..start packing."
Goes into the next room and starts crying
"WE'RE ALL DOOMED!"
Also, headcanon voice for Mr. Benedetto: Brian Doyle-Murray.
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