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Chapter Two: It Goes Where?

After realizing that Harrison was going to literally fool around with a pipin' hot dildo that he pulled from the bloody, fiery carnage that was a Pinto flambage. Gibson walked over to the already smoldering ashes that where left of the fiery remains of the accident.

"Seems like a fire can infact lead to death. Never knew that, wonder where these guys came from in the first place?" Gibson pyred open the door to the blackened Pinto, reaching into the drivers, head turned tried to find someplace to grab the corpse and pull it out. First time he put his paw in, it reached into something squishy and then he pulled his paw back, flailing it around saying

"Ew, ew, ewwwwie! What the hell is that? Its blue! What the hell is this...thing?" finally getting all the blue goo off his paw, he reaches back in again. This time puts his paw around something that seems to be like a handle...

"Wait...what is this? Seems slender, long, and very round...like almost handle like...Oh my..." Pulling his hand back again...

"I just touched a dead mans chubby....Oh my...ew ew! HARRISON!" Gibson yelled loudly, motioning Harrison to come to his side.

"Be a very nice bunny and get that...carcass out for me. That way I can examine it throughly." Gibson grimaced as Harrison with the slightest of ease pulled the burnt corpse out with his huge paw.

"Gibson, here he is, seems like he came with a very convient handle for carrying...him...I just...EWWWWWWIE!" Harrison flailed his arms about as he ran around continually yelling "Ew!"

"Hahaha, good job man! Not even the first date yet too. Your moving up on the ladder!" Gibson chuckled out. Finally, with the corpse out of the car he gave the corpse a once over. Looking through all his pockets...seeing that everything looked the same. Crispy and crunchy as they where. This time the last laugh was for the dead. Or so we thought. Seeing how Gibson was oblivious to the fact that this was a bunnime superstore/casino/car dealership. The driver was just burnt badly, not that he could feel anything of it. Gibson, of course would not have thought of this, as it was his first time encountering anything of this sort. Well in that instance that corpse sat up, turned his head toward Gibson and said in a HUGE loud voice "I Have A BIG BIG THIRST FOR BUNNY BLOOD!" The only thing Gibson did was look at the bunnime with wide eyes and shouted

"DID YOU ALL WATCH THE SAME TV CHANNEL OR WHAT?" See how Gibson had realized all the bad tv puns I have written in here. (I hope you all mostly have caught up on them too. Because I tell you what, when your a tv junkie like myself, you feel the ever impending urge to use cartoons to sway you to stay. You don't like it? Well then, watch the internets instead!)

Anyway, back to our furry heroes in the quest to find the epicenter to what possibly could possible be a bunnime funhouse. You know with mirrors, monkeys, dragons, and that one guy that sits at the bus stop, which seems to be an all day thing he does, but he does it...he gives you that vibe, but you do not want to say anything, he could be crazy! Your such a ghey!

Well then where were we, oh thats right. Anyway, our heroes picked up the bunnime and put him back together and stood him up.

"So, can you lead us to the epicenter of what can be a bunnime fun house?" Asked Gibson.

"Wait, did not we already hear that? I mean you cannot retell the narration Gibson." Harrison again stated the obvious, but Gibson was just that hardcore, he was a narrator himself, duh! Well Gibson just looked at Harrison and shook his head back and forth.

"If you do not sink five cups your such a ghey!" Gibson monotonous said to Harrison sarcastically denoting his existence with every fiber of his being, see, Harrison was totally gay as we all know, but did you know that he was once a very straight man, before he went to bible camp, then the gay side blossomed. Jesus in fact made our second hand man...gay.

"Although you can have everything you ever wanted in life, the best side of them is gay." Harrison spoke it all like a rainbow spewed from his mouth with a unicorn flying out doing crazy ninja acrobatics. After watching the two bicker like a horrible couple the bunnime put his hand between the two faces and then spoke in a low, raspy forced voice.

"I can take you there, but when you leave take me with you. I want to travel the world, steal unicorn kidneys, and find out what 3 Red Bulls and Viagra leads too. Plus, I want to have babies....400 babies!" Gibson smiled cause he knew that they themselves (Gibson and Harrison) probably would not make it out alive as they had planned from the get go that they would somehow die in an awesome way. Involving Bunnimes, Machine Guns, A bus, 3 parapalegics, 2 nuns, machetes, and some guy named steve. With the first one on the list being in the majority of the inhabitants of this underground supercenter. Gibson thought for a second and said

"Dreams come true, and smiled."

"Oh, thank you so much. Finally, I might get to see the break of day, and the inside of a vag that isn't decomposing. By the way, my name is Steve." Steve bowed while introducing himself, staying there for a few seconds then coming back into an erect (snicker) position. He smiled and then waved them to follow him into the elevator.

"We are not going back on that contraption. Fuck that, that thing is like wonkavator on crack." Both Harrison and Gibson said showing huge disgust for the elevator.

"Its the only way, otherwise we are forever stuck on this floor." Steve motioned them to come with him onto the elevator. Harrison looked at Gibson and then walked aboard the elevator, taking a deep breath and letting it out, as he knew what he just got himself into. Gibson looked at Harrison and with a look of overall defeat and disgust, shook his head.

"Of course, in every action movie I have seen, they have to take the stairs, but no. When I need to use them, I never get too. Like my life is the uncool version of an action movie. I feel like I am in "Bad Boys 2"." With an sigh, Gibson took one step then another, ending at the base of the elevator. Making this elevator seem like the worst elevator you have ever seen in your life. Along with the horrible elevator music resembling some horrible music from the mid 1920s which lord knows was never recorded, but this music had to be close to that music. It was bad, not like "your mom" bad, but pretty bad. Like the feeling you get when you are stabbed with a knife to the face! That bad. The velvet interior of the somewhat haunting this time, as to the inviting feeling it first gave. The elegance that once filled its every crevice was now nothing more then animosity and corruption. This elevator would kill for just the sake of doing such. The little girl's voice was not humble or happy, just computerized death. She was knowing of your every movement and waited til the moment came when the doors shut and she could pretty much tell you of the death she was going to drag you through. 12 floors of it would have been short, but they where going down further, it could be a death drop, it was like a rough night of sex, covered with nightmares of old ladies dragging your down a hall; to beat you with a metal end of a flyswatter.

The last sentence was a run on sentence filled with pointless banter of unnecessary relavance to the elevator, you just lost the game because you read it. Why involve yourself with it. You read too much into detail did you know that. Your giving me that vibe again kiddo. Stop it!

Gibson walked through the door and stood opposite of Harrison and Adjacent to Steve.

"Next stop, the bottom! A little place we call "The Purple Glory Hole"." Steve chuckled and pushed the last button, the door closed.