After two long days of whining and wimpering Scooter & Stamp, in a desperate attempt to revive their shattered egos, decided to knock on the doors of the ‘Twin Sisters of Pain.’ Today felt different.
The temperature on the coast was cool, the sky was open blue, and the wind was just enough to tickle the hairs on the back of their necks. Today, Stamp & Scooter felt a whole ‘8 inches taller’, unlike the weekend before.
In the humble home of the Twin Sisters were two junkies, hoped up on Toblerones and Adrenaline. Scooter, who had had some experience working with junkies was able to get along with them quite nicely. Stamp on the other hand had a little bit of trouble wrapping his head around the ankle breaking junkies (eh Ben Smith?).
After a few tries of trying to familiarize himself with their lifestyle, Stamp thought to himself, “hell…my ego is already shattered into 100 pieces, might as well risk and ankle or two.’ On his last attempt to make friends with the ‘Adrenaline Junkies’ Stamp reached for that Toblerone off into the distance and the two parties put their differences behind them.Then all of a sudden, a drunken blue bearded ‘Tough Sailor’ barged into the house demanding mars bars & booze. Scooter with a mere two punches knocked the sailor all the way back to his ship.
Stamp and Scooter, equipped with heavy a duty Primus Isobutane lantern, continued their quest along the coast to see what was in store for them. The lantern, a faulty one at that, gave off a horrendous stench. It was dark….Scooter & Stamp exchanged blows with a tall burly beast, with minimal light glaring from the ships at sea…. but the two were ‘Fynnished.
On their way back along the path, a massive ‘Tsunami’ arose from the sea. Stamp & Scooter panicked and exchanged some unique beta, but the unfamiliarity with the horizontal terrain left them stuck and flustered, and the two were swept away.