- >You are Anonymous
- >A musclebound idot, as many call you
- >Your flair, style and classic outfit have earned you the attention of just about everyone on Earth, in one way or another
- >You didn’t care though, fame is fame
- >Even infamy
- >Your theft of the title of hottest bachelor on Earth took the world by storm as you announced it on live television in your trademark sunglasses
- >It went a little like:
- “Hey there, baby-HUH! Ah know all you around the world might be jealous, and who isn’t jealous if THIS…” You flex, ripping your shirt off in a single second, revealing your built torso for all the world to see. ”I hereby claim the title of Hottest Bachelor on Earth as mah own, and baby, you can’t stop me-HAH!”
- >Kind of like that.
- >The television crews swarmed you for days, and finally…
- PRESENT DAY
- >You are struttin’ along to your car-a smoking hot Dodge Viper- when the hottest babe walks up
- “Hey there, momma, howsabout you and I take a drive?”
- >You emphasize ’drive’ as you flex your arm in a smooth motion going forward
- ½ Prequel
- >”You know what? Sure, Johnny.”
- “Yowza!”
- >You should have realized she knew your name
- >You didn’t
- >You should have seen what she looked like
- >You did—SMOKIN HOT!
- >You didn’t notice her bizarre hat or choice of outfit.
- >You slide into your car and hold the door open for her, though it is a roofless convertible
- >She enters, and you lean in reaaaaal close
- “So baby, where will our road take us?”
- >”Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.”
- ”Say wha-YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
- >Your Viper roars into action, and takes off into the sky before a bright white light overtakes it
- >Your shades aren’t enough to block it out, and you lose consciousness
- >Yeah, whatever.
- 2/2 Prequel
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