[28-3-2014] Manchester High Lego Competition Submission

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I'm always amazed that he continued to wear those hideous clown shirts well into adulthood. I know part of the reason is because his mommy continued to dress him in thrift store clothes, but its still amazing that he made the clown shirts part of his identity, even going so far as to include them in his comics. Ah well, at least it matches his "model" Manchester High School...
 
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Chris really wants a time machine, imagine 32 year old Chris meeting 18 year old Chris
Funny thing, before I had even heard of Chris-Chan I wrote/drew a comic about that --a middle-aged loser in life's lottery builds a time machine to relive his glory days in college. Only in my version the man entered the body of his past self, rather than existing as a separate entities, and used his knowledge of the future to rewrite past mistakes. Either way, however, if Chris tried this he'd make a muddle of it. Chances are he'd ruin his already tenebrous relationships with people in 1998 and alienate himself even further, or be locked up in a looney bin because he kept alluding to TV shows and celebrities that wouldn't make the scene for another decade or so.
 
Funny thing, before I had even heard of Our Pet Lolcow I wrote/drew a comic about that --a middle-aged loser in life's lottery builds a time machine to relive his glory days in college. Only in my version the man entered the body of his past self, rather than existing as a separate entities, and used his knowledge of the future to rewrite past mistakes. Either way, however, if Chris tried this he'd make a muddle of it. Chances are he'd ruin his already tenebrous relationships with people in 1998 and alienate himself even further, or be locked up in a looney bin because he kept alluding to TV shows and celebrities that wouldn't make the scene for another decade or so.
It'd be a disaster for Chris because aside from nostalgia blocking out most of the bad things that likely happened there he was really naive and even didn't seriously consider wanting a girlfriend until college, if he went through high school again he'd be harassing every girl in sight.
 
He could go out and pick up beer cans by the side of the highway. If nothing else, he'd be outdoors, getting much-needed exercise. Plus there's good money to be had in recycling aluminum, scrap iron, copper wire. He could make his own hours, be his own boss, enjoy the fresh air and sun, dress any old way he pleases.

But maybe a big box store isn't for him. There must be some small shop somewhere in Ruckersville or rural Charlotte that needs a "kid" to sweep floors, stock shelves, run errands. He could even call himself "manager" if he likes. Maybe the boss could write his checks directly to Barb, who could give him an allowance. It just seems strange he controls his own money, even after he's proven himself incompetent at it.
 
He could go out and pick up beer cans by the side of the highway. If nothing else, he'd be outdoors, getting much-needed exercise. Plus there's good money to be had in recycling aluminum, scrap iron, copper wire. He could make his own hours, be his own boss, enjoy the fresh air and sun, dress any old way he pleases.

But maybe a big box store isn't for him. There must be some small shop somewhere in Ruckersville or rural Charlotte that needs a "kid" to sweep floors, stock shelves, run errands. He could even call himself "manager" if he likes. Maybe the boss could write his checks directly to Barb, who could give him an allowance. It just seems strange he controls his own money, even after he's proven himself incompetent at it.
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He could go out and pick up beer cans by the side of the highway. If nothing else, he'd be outdoors, getting much-needed exercise. Plus there's good money to be had in recycling aluminum, scrap iron, copper wire. He could make his own hours, be his own boss, enjoy the fresh air and sun, dress any old way he pleases.

But maybe a big box store isn't for him. There must be some small shop somewhere in Ruckersville or rural Charlotte that needs a "kid" to sweep floors, stock shelves, run errands. He could even call himself "manager" if he likes. Maybe the boss could write his checks directly to Barb, who could give him an allowance. It just seems strange he controls his own money, even after he's proven himself incompetent at it.
Yes because when I think of someone that would work safely next to a busy highway it is Chris. Step your game up, kid.
 
Good Godbear, that would be terrible having Chris as a Wal-Mart greeter....

8:12am

Chris: Mmm... we-welcome to Wal-Mart, home of... of LITTLE BIG PLANET 2 ONLY FOR THE PLAYSTATION THREE!

Customer: *polite smile, maybe a chuckle*

Chris
: Hmm, yeah... *starts to trail after them* it's on sale in the- the electronic aisle... do you have any small children? They would lo-they would.... love it with the fullest.......

Child
: *coming in with the main customer, staring at Chris with awe and confusion*

Chris: Oh! *makes eye contact and squats down to the child, at the same time emitting butt stank odors* HAW-ROH! *begins his "Donald Duck" impression* AHM DONALD DOCK! WELCUM TO WAL-MARR! ACK! ACK! ACK! ACK!

Child: *overwrought with fear, falters back and falls on his ass.*

*at this moment, the child's mother, a younger woman, mid to late twenties, scoops up her child and begins to look at Chris with appropriate disgust*

Chris: *stank level rising alongside his mojo* Hmmm! *rises up to his feet* He-hello young laaah-dee! Welcome to- to Wal-Mart! Hm! *voice reaching two octaves higher* We have alll the savings! Are you... are you looking for underwear? I like the Hanes, myself! Hm-hm! Whee!*

Woman
: *muttering to herself, backing away from Chris*

Chris: Hmmm! *leering closer, sniffing the air behind her* I like your perfuuuume... it's like my momm... like my mother's! Hmmm!

Woman: *powerwalking away from him*

Chris: *shuffling in place, one hand in his pants pocket, adjusting himself in public, the other fishing out a Pokeball he bought from the vending machine. With all the strength of a 10-year-old, he wings the Pokeball at the woman, missing her by fifty feet, and instead, clocks an octogenarian square in the left eye*

Chris: !!! *begins to panic, turns, runs towards the automatic doors, and hides in Son-Chu for the remainder of the day before slipping back inside to try and clock out for 10 hours of hard, laborious work.*

End Scene
 
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