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saladloveSilly little one shot, AKA Evidence for Ratta.
It was just another day for the members of Salad.
Ratta and Alice were sitting under a tree on their favorite hill, pointing out the pictures they saw in the clouds. Shawn was getting to know the newest member of The Salad community, AZ. They were discussing StarCraft, a game that no one else in Salad seemed to like or play.
Things went on as they normally did till Scott showed up, wearing a rather peculiar outfit. He was wearing cleats, plaid pants, a white shirt with a collar, and a golf hat. He also had a bag of clubs thrown around his shoulder.
“Hey yo people of Salad! I got some stuff to say!” called out Scott as loud as he could. Most people in The Salad were wise enough to avoid town meetings called by Scott, however some weren’t, as AZ, Shawn, Alice, Clash, and Ratta showed up.
“What’s with the get up Scott?” asked Clash, genuinely curious.
“Oh no…” said AZ, his ability to read someone’s mind coming into play.
“Have I ever told you guys that I am the 2012 putt putt golf teen world champion?” said Scott, a huge smirk on his face.
“No you haven’t, and I’m assuming that’s because you aren’t…” said Shawn.
“Well I am!” responded Scott, a bit of sourness in his voice.
“Sigh, Scott, you’re an awful liar. You’re obviously just making this up” said Ratta, obviously already
annoyed by Scott.
“I am most certainly not, and I can prove it!” said Scott in response.
Alice had her smart phone out and seemed to be typing away on it rather quickly. “Nope, you’re definitely not Scott, I can’t even find a 2012 putt putt golf teen world championship…” she said in her British accent.
“That’s because the tournament was held in Scotland, where I’m pretty sure internet didn’t exist in 2012” said Scott.
The argument between Scott and the others went on for a good fifteen minutes before they got annoyed and left, all but Ratta that is. At this point in the conversation Ratta was getting very aggressive.
“You’re not the freaking mini golf world champion Scott! Stop lying!” he yelled out, highly annoyed.
“First off Ratta, it's putt putt, not mini golf… Second of all, of course I’m not the world champion…. Anymore! I was dethroned as champion when I returned to the tournament in 2013, where it was held in Japan!” said Scott, the smirk on his face not leaving since the beginning of the conversation.
“OH MY GOD” screamed Ratta at the top of his lungs; Scott was only getting happier at this point. It seemed that Scott’s sole purpose in life was to make as many of his friends as annoyed as possible. He often succeeded with annoying people like Seven, Sollux, and Clash, it often ended in him getting hurt but he didn’t seem to care.
It was always so easy for Scott to piss people off, but he got the most satisfaction when he pissed off someone who didn’t normally lose their cool; in this case, Ratta.
“I don’t know why you just can’t accept the fact that I’m the 2012 putt putt golf teen world champion” said Scott.
“Because you’re not!” screamed Ratta agitated with Scott’s shenanigans.
“Fine then, I’ll just have to prove it to you” said Scott in response.
“The day you can prove to me that you’re a mini golf world champion will be the day I wear a dress!”
“Oh? Is this a challenge?”
“Wait, No, I- I take that back!” Ratta immediately regretted saying those words, as much as he knew Scott
was lying, he also knew there was a slim chance Scott could prove himself truthful.
“Nope, No takesy backsies!” said Scott, much a like a child would say. “I’m going to get my proof then, you’re going to have to wear a dress!” said Scott before walking off victoriously.
“What have I gotten myself into” asked Ratta to himself.
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It was almost two whole weeks before Scott returned back to the town of Salad. Ratta had actually forgotten all about the deal he had made with him. That is until Scott returned, still dawning his golf attire.
“Oh, finally come back to admit defeat?” asked Ratta, no visible evidence in sight.
“Quite the contrary actually my dear Ratta” said Scott, that same smirk still visible on his face.
“Well then, where is the proof?”
“Oh, you’ll see proof” Scott then turned around and called back “Hey come on out!”
A rather short and plump man with a large red beard came waddling out from behind a building.
“Ratta, I’d like you to meet Sir Alasdair of the Duff clan” said Scott, rather triumphantly.
“Okay? This still doesn’t prove anything” said Ratta, looking rather bemused.
“Oh, doesn’t it though? Alasdair here is the chairman of the Putt Putt World Championship Federation, or the PPWCF for short. Alasdair here can tell you that I won the 2012 teen Putt Putt world champions”
“Aye, ‘tis true, Scotty boy here won, a whole eight under the par” said Alasdair, with a very thick Scottish accent.
“Wait, wait, what? B- B- What?” Ratta seemed to be taken quite off guard by this newly found evidence.
“Well, looks like you’re gonna have to wear a dress Ratty boy!” said Scott, the smile on his face not being this large since he tricked Sollux into attacking a cactus.
“Sigh, I guess a bet is a bet…” said Ratta defeated.
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It was the next day, and Scott had actually managed to gather almost everyone in town together, despite some of their complaining. The only people that weren’t there were Elektron (who’s excuse was ‘sorry Scott, math’ which Scott thought was a lame excuse but he let it slip by), and Freeze who was on vacation.
Scott was standing in the middle of town square, a wooden crate about twice his size next to him. Everyone was gathered around, unaware of what was about to happen. Scott cleared his throat, and then began talking.
“Alright lads and ladies, as you may or may not know Ratta and I have had a little bet!” said Scott with a loud and clear voice. “If I could prove to him that I was the 2012 Teen Putt Putt World Champion then he would have to wear a dress!” Scott paused to hear the rest of Salads reactions.
There were quite a bit of small chuckles, and a bit of whispering. Overall the crowd was surprisingly quiet, something rare for Salad.
“Well, I obviously proved myself victorious in this argument, so without further ado, the lovely Ratta!” said Scott, pulling away one of the sides of the crate.
Inside was Ratta wearing a large frilly purple dress, as an added bonus Scott had even got him to put makeup on his face. Since Scott didn’t really have makeup, he just painted on Ratta’s face using a bunch of mismatching colors. Ratta looked both hideous, and hilarious.
The crowd broke out into laughter, even Luke and Alice; Ratta’s closest friends, couldn’t help chuckling a little. Ratta felt extremely embarrassed at first but then just joined in on laughing with everybody. He truly did look ridiculous.
Everyone laughed for quite a bit, and there were even a few people taking pictures and videos as to never forget this moment. Scott was probably laughing harder than anyone else, this truly made him happy. Not only did he get to cause such great humor in the group, but he proved that he is the 2012 Teen Putt Putt World Champion.
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Hope y'all enjoy it. xD
It was just another day for the members of Salad.
Ratta and Alice were sitting under a tree on their favorite hill, pointing out the pictures they saw in the clouds. Shawn was getting to know the newest member of The Salad community, AZ. They were discussing StarCraft, a game that no one else in Salad seemed to like or play.
Things went on as they normally did till Scott showed up, wearing a rather peculiar outfit. He was wearing cleats, plaid pants, a white shirt with a collar, and a golf hat. He also had a bag of clubs thrown around his shoulder.
“Hey yo people of Salad! I got some stuff to say!” called out Scott as loud as he could. Most people in The Salad were wise enough to avoid town meetings called by Scott, however some weren’t, as AZ, Shawn, Alice, Clash, and Ratta showed up.
“What’s with the get up Scott?” asked Clash, genuinely curious.
“Oh no…” said AZ, his ability to read someone’s mind coming into play.
“Have I ever told you guys that I am the 2012 putt putt golf teen world champion?” said Scott, a huge smirk on his face.
“No you haven’t, and I’m assuming that’s because you aren’t…” said Shawn.
“Well I am!” responded Scott, a bit of sourness in his voice.
“Sigh, Scott, you’re an awful liar. You’re obviously just making this up” said Ratta, obviously already
annoyed by Scott.
“I am most certainly not, and I can prove it!” said Scott in response.
Alice had her smart phone out and seemed to be typing away on it rather quickly. “Nope, you’re definitely not Scott, I can’t even find a 2012 putt putt golf teen world championship…” she said in her British accent.
“That’s because the tournament was held in Scotland, where I’m pretty sure internet didn’t exist in 2012” said Scott.
The argument between Scott and the others went on for a good fifteen minutes before they got annoyed and left, all but Ratta that is. At this point in the conversation Ratta was getting very aggressive.
“You’re not the freaking mini golf world champion Scott! Stop lying!” he yelled out, highly annoyed.
“First off Ratta, it's putt putt, not mini golf… Second of all, of course I’m not the world champion…. Anymore! I was dethroned as champion when I returned to the tournament in 2013, where it was held in Japan!” said Scott, the smirk on his face not leaving since the beginning of the conversation.
“OH MY GOD” screamed Ratta at the top of his lungs; Scott was only getting happier at this point. It seemed that Scott’s sole purpose in life was to make as many of his friends as annoyed as possible. He often succeeded with annoying people like Seven, Sollux, and Clash, it often ended in him getting hurt but he didn’t seem to care.
It was always so easy for Scott to piss people off, but he got the most satisfaction when he pissed off someone who didn’t normally lose their cool; in this case, Ratta.
“I don’t know why you just can’t accept the fact that I’m the 2012 putt putt golf teen world champion” said Scott.
“Because you’re not!” screamed Ratta agitated with Scott’s shenanigans.
“Fine then, I’ll just have to prove it to you” said Scott in response.
“The day you can prove to me that you’re a mini golf world champion will be the day I wear a dress!”
“Oh? Is this a challenge?”
“Wait, No, I- I take that back!” Ratta immediately regretted saying those words, as much as he knew Scott
was lying, he also knew there was a slim chance Scott could prove himself truthful.
“Nope, No takesy backsies!” said Scott, much a like a child would say. “I’m going to get my proof then, you’re going to have to wear a dress!” said Scott before walking off victoriously.
“What have I gotten myself into” asked Ratta to himself.
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It was almost two whole weeks before Scott returned back to the town of Salad. Ratta had actually forgotten all about the deal he had made with him. That is until Scott returned, still dawning his golf attire.
“Oh, finally come back to admit defeat?” asked Ratta, no visible evidence in sight.
“Quite the contrary actually my dear Ratta” said Scott, that same smirk still visible on his face.
“Well then, where is the proof?”
“Oh, you’ll see proof” Scott then turned around and called back “Hey come on out!”
A rather short and plump man with a large red beard came waddling out from behind a building.
“Ratta, I’d like you to meet Sir Alasdair of the Duff clan” said Scott, rather triumphantly.
“Okay? This still doesn’t prove anything” said Ratta, looking rather bemused.
“Oh, doesn’t it though? Alasdair here is the chairman of the Putt Putt World Championship Federation, or the PPWCF for short. Alasdair here can tell you that I won the 2012 teen Putt Putt world champions”
“Aye, ‘tis true, Scotty boy here won, a whole eight under the par” said Alasdair, with a very thick Scottish accent.
“Wait, wait, what? B- B- What?” Ratta seemed to be taken quite off guard by this newly found evidence.
“Well, looks like you’re gonna have to wear a dress Ratty boy!” said Scott, the smile on his face not being this large since he tricked Sollux into attacking a cactus.
“Sigh, I guess a bet is a bet…” said Ratta defeated.
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It was the next day, and Scott had actually managed to gather almost everyone in town together, despite some of their complaining. The only people that weren’t there were Elektron (who’s excuse was ‘sorry Scott, math’ which Scott thought was a lame excuse but he let it slip by), and Freeze who was on vacation.
Scott was standing in the middle of town square, a wooden crate about twice his size next to him. Everyone was gathered around, unaware of what was about to happen. Scott cleared his throat, and then began talking.
“Alright lads and ladies, as you may or may not know Ratta and I have had a little bet!” said Scott with a loud and clear voice. “If I could prove to him that I was the 2012 Teen Putt Putt World Champion then he would have to wear a dress!” Scott paused to hear the rest of Salads reactions.
There were quite a bit of small chuckles, and a bit of whispering. Overall the crowd was surprisingly quiet, something rare for Salad.
“Well, I obviously proved myself victorious in this argument, so without further ado, the lovely Ratta!” said Scott, pulling away one of the sides of the crate.
Inside was Ratta wearing a large frilly purple dress, as an added bonus Scott had even got him to put makeup on his face. Since Scott didn’t really have makeup, he just painted on Ratta’s face using a bunch of mismatching colors. Ratta looked both hideous, and hilarious.
The crowd broke out into laughter, even Luke and Alice; Ratta’s closest friends, couldn’t help chuckling a little. Ratta felt extremely embarrassed at first but then just joined in on laughing with everybody. He truly did look ridiculous.
Everyone laughed for quite a bit, and there were even a few people taking pictures and videos as to never forget this moment. Scott was probably laughing harder than anyone else, this truly made him happy. Not only did he get to cause such great humor in the group, but he proved that he is the 2012 Teen Putt Putt World Champion.
Words: 1,268
Hope y'all enjoy it. xD
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Date: 2014-09-15 06:48 pm (UTC)And I was there? How'd you get me off the Shadow Verse?
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