Reg the Paintbrush Interview by: LucybonesSquirrel
LucybonesSquirrel: Hi there, it's me again. Today something unexpected happened; I was just being out somewhere in Windy when I suddenly came across Reg the Paintbrush lying on the ground, very drunk and in a miserable state. He's not here today, but he told me a little story that happened to him a few weeks back, with him blaming Ron the Paint Pot for it. After the story I got to interview him, even if I shouldn't have. But first, here's the story of what happened between Ron & Reg...:
--Start of Reg's Story--*At a nearby bar, where Ron & Reg are drinking themselves full for the sheer love of it.*
Ron: Hey pal. Do drink your beer now, or do you want to look like a silly little brush for the rest of your life??
Reg: Hey, don't push me arsehole. I don't want beer anyway, I want paint!
Ron: No they don't have paint in bars like these... HEEY. You said you didn't want paint earlier. Were you trying to lie to me?
Reg: Well... no, but I always wanted paint. Now tell them to give me my glass of paint!
Ron: You idiot. You were lying in front of me all the time... I don't usually say this to you, but sometimes I #%@¤ing HATE you!
Reg: Well, at least I'm nowhere as fat and bulky as you, he-he-he-he!
Ron: *angrily* Alright, that's IT. This time you've gone TOO far. Now I really am ready to call our friendship off!
Reg: Em, what?? ... no no, I didn't mean it, I promise! Forget I ever said anything!
Ron: Too late. You've drawn the last straw, I can tell it for sure. But I won't just leave you here like this... come here Reg...
Reg: Oh no, you're only gonna beat me up, I can tell it. *Hops away out of the bar for his life.*
Ron: COME here I said! ... OOh, I'm so gonna get you and beat the friggin' handle out of you!! *Hops after Reg.*
Reg: YAAAARRGH!! Anyone stop this arsehole!!
Ron: You're not calling me a arsehole, I'll be the one who calls you that!! I'm about to get you, you're so SLOW of yourself!
Reg: NOOOOO!!!
*Some time later when they arrive home in the barn.*
Reg: Ouch... YOU BASTARD!!
Ron: No. You're the one who's a bastard. I'm the KING of this place now, you're just a stupid useless brush. Now get the hell outta here or I'll throw you into the windmill just outside!
Reg: Oh shut up you freaking dumb pot. We're not friends anymore. I never liked you anyway! I'm outta here!!
Ron: Yeah, you better not show your face here again.. and take THIS stupid glass of paint with you!!
*Throws it at Reg, making him tip over as the glass hits him.*
Reg: AAoow... You, you... you STUPID BASTARD!
Ron: Ah SHUT UP. I'm done with you! Now if you excuse me, I'll go inside and turn on the TV and enjoy myself.
Reg: But... we haven't got any TV, do we?
*Ron goes into the barn and slams the door in front of Reg.*
Reg: Hmpf, that bastard... ah well, at least he hasn't got a head... ok, now it's just me, all by myself. Gotta thank him for this glass of paint though... ah, I'll better drink it now, cause I got nothing better to do anyway!
--End of Reg's Story--
LucybonesSquirrel: Well, and that's what happened between them. Now though, here's my interview with Reg!:
--Start of Interview Flashback--
*LucybonesSquirrel is walking somewhere in Windy*
LucybonesSquirrel: Hm, what is that thing lying right there?? Looks like a paintbrush...
Reg: *Hick* Yes, that's me, Reg. What do you want bastard?
LucybonesSquirrel: Wait a minute, aren't you supposed to be with your friend?
Reg: You mean Ron? Well, we went into a fight on our way home from a bar last night, and look at me now; Miser, pathetic, and drunk. That's what I am.
LucybonesSquirrel: Ok. So for what reason did you start fighting??
Reg: Well, it all started after we got ourselves a beating by that squirrel friend of yours during that last interview. We went out of the building, house, or whatever that thing was we were in, with him being irritated by me repeating his sayings, and we started arguing like the holy paint bucket knows what. After that we went to the bar to get ourselves something to drink. I didn't want any beer, and told him to get me a glass of paint. Guess what happened?LucybonesSquirrel: Well, no...
Reg: He got mad and started chasing me! When we arrived home I decided I had enough of him, and we broke up our friendship. Now it's only me around here, with Ron sitting in the barn enjoying himself.
LucybonesSquirrel: Well... you're still not very likable, and I'll be showing no sympathy for you.
Reg: Oh, how nice of ya... well, tell ya what. I don't like you either, and you bet I won't be having any friends for the rest of my life. Forever I'll prefer being alone, drinking myself full, not giving a shit about anyone else.
LucybonesSquirrel: Ok, may you be for yourself then. I better go now.
Reg: But hey, at least you could give me a beer?
LucybonesSquirrel: No, I won't! Take care, I'm going now.
Reg: Aha, in that case...*Hits LucybonesSquirrel in the head with a nearby anvil.*
Reg: He-he-he-he. Sod off, bastard!!... anyway, where's my beer? Gotta drink some more before I head off...
--End of Interview Flashback--
LucybonesSquirrel: Um... well, and that's how my latest interview went... ah, who gives a damn. Gotta go now...
*Interview anvil'd*