Marcus: well-----
Timon: Mr Alfred I think your cat is pretty...em pretty...good looking.
Mr Alfred: (looks at timon) really?. I thought so to. what do you like about him?
Marcus: well I noticed it fucking stinks.
Mr Alfred: (looks at Marcus) how dare you...!
Timon: uh, I like he's em...
(Mr Alfred looks back at timon)
Timon: he's whiskers. (smiles) yeah...he's whiskers.
Mr Alfred: (smiles) yeah...I like those too. so where are you headed?
Timon: uh...
Marcus: probably to your little girl's place to fuck her up.
Mr Alfred: (to Marcus) ok...! that's it! what's your problem?!
Timon: he's not really in his right mind today. or ever. we would just go. I will see you later (grabs Marcus hand and takes him along as he leaves)
Mr Alfred: well, I would probably go to your mom's place and...!
(The pet shop keeper approaches him. a white man in his thirty's dressed in jeans and a white singlet)
Pet-keeper: sorry sir. you buying that cat or not?
Mr Alfred: (looks at him) oh. you think it's perfect?
Pet-keeper: look sir, I have no damn idea. you figure that out.
Mr Alfred: (gasps) how can you speak to a Patron in that sort of manner?
Pet-keeper: oh. you mean like this, fucking purchase...! or don't fucking purchase!.
Mr Alfred: oh am taking this cat. but you would be hearing from FTC.
(Outside the dikrols house, Ava is sitting as she knits a black cap. Mrs dikrol is with her they both argue over an accident report)
Ava: I had a clear view of that report. the bike did hit the car...
Mrs dikrol: well I have clearer eyes than you do. so, I had a much clearer read. the car hit the bike. not the other way around.
Ava: well it's clear I know more than you do, giving how many years I have lived...so the bike did hit the car.
Mrs dikrol: that is just wrong. who would ever think that?
(Timon and Marcus arrives home. they walk towards Mrs dikrol and Ava.)
Timon: (to Marcus) I told you to keep your mouth shut.
Marcus: yeah. that's what I fucking did.
Timon: no...it's what you didn't fucking do.
Ava: (to Mrs dikrol) finally. Mr grandsons are here. some people I can talk to
Mrs dikrol: (sarcastic) yah right.
Timon: good evening mom. good evening grandma.
Mrs dikrol: hey...
Ava: (cuts in) oh hello my grand------(draws the grand) son
Marcus: hey grandma. hey aunt.
Ava: oh hello.
Mrs dikrol: where have you boys been?
Marcus: what the fuck are you doing grandma?
Timon: (to Mrs dikrol) well...we went to hang out. but the place where we wanted to hang out in wasn't opened...so we didn't hang out anymore.
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THE INTROVERT A WILLY NILLY STORY
HumorIntroducing Timon dikrol. A high school student and an introvert who goes through what every highschool introvert goes through, he's constantly bullied, shunned and taunted by his mates. All this makes Timon see his life as a sequential phenomenon...
Chapter 11
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