Long time no see, neighbour.
Things've been progressin' real nice over here, the good thing about dead malls is there's always room to expand real cheap, so we got us the most popular laser tag arena in the entire pacific north west
Now Sarah, she says to me the other day, she says boss, yaknow why people keep comin' back to OUR laser tag?
(she been doing market research)
I say well hell ain't no other laser tag arena where you can call time out and pop a quarter in a hole in the drywall and have a pipin' fresh hot dog slide right out of another hole in the drywall, and she says boss quit fixatin' on the damn hotdogs, well more like shouted really, anyway she says no it ain't got nothing to do with the god fucken' hotdogs, nothin' has anything to do with the bastard sufferin' hotdogs god bitch is what, she rants about the hotdogs another couple minutes
To be fair, neighbour, EVERYONE talks about the hotdogs. We done expanded those too. Got the dog dispensers everywhere now, we even got 'em in the parkin' lot. Get down on your hands and knees, pop a quarter in the ground, and open wide like the Pope kissin' the asphalt and get that 'dog ticklin' year tonsils, that's how folk say hello round here
Anyway she says quit TALKIN about the DEVIL fucken PARKING LOT HOTDOGS jesus CHRIST and LISTEN and neighbour, I listened, she said I'm TALKIN' about the dang SQUIBS
We got squibs in the laser tag y'see. You know squibs? Like someone gets shot up in a movie, the lil packs o' red corn syrup with some gunpowder inside, guy offstage presses a button when the good guy shoots his gun and kasplatch the fake blood goes flyin', well our laser tag vests are stuffed full o' squibs. Birthday boy takes a hit, pshht, red all over the walls.
'cept we don't use corn syrup, we use ketchup! For the dogs! That was my idea!
Anyway Sarah says y'know the guy we get our bones from, for the prize counter? He got all kinda other stuff as well
So, y'know,one thing led to another and now hoo boy, you get hit with one o' them lasers, who the hell knows what's gonna come burstin' outta you?
See, this here's another time I learn to get outta my own way, on account of all these chicken beaks and feet exploded outta this kid and I yelled at Jim PIG GUTS JIM COME ON IT AIN'T HARD but the kids were all laughing and tryna identify what animals the "alien guts" had come outta so now our laser tag's EDUCATIONAL
@funpit 
Eye'm not so much following your story, Fun Pit 2, as trying to figure out what the heck you're saying here as eye enjoy reading it.