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**Online Host** Welcome to the Tropicana Field Parking Lot! |
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RobertEaton: Awright Braden, Tayler, how'd y'all like at ol' baseball game! Rays won! Woooo!!! |
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Braden: yayyy baseball is boring i hate it |
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Tayler: SHUT UP! I hate baseball! Baseball sucks! The Rays are STUPID. The Phillies are STUPID. |
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RobertEaton: Now Tayler, you cool it now... you kids excited to meet some of your favorite players? All we gotta do is wait by the cars! |
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Braden: i wanna go homeee |
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RobertEaton: man, ain't nothin' like livin' in Tampa... we got beer, we got the Bucs, an we can make our en-tire body bright red, 'cept for the part under our tanktop |
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RobertEaton: apex a human culture right here, I tell ya what |
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Tayler: /ruthlessly punches Braden in face with no consequence |
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RobertEaton: QUIT IT NOW
TAYLER, ONE, TWO... don't make me count to three now, ONE, TWO....
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**Online Host** ColeHamLuke has entered the chatroom on his way to the Cole Hamels's Car Chatroom |
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RobertEaton: braden tayler look, it's Cole Hamels, he's the best pitcher on the team he's real good, if he'd pitched they woulda won |
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RobertEaton: COLE! COLE HAM LUKE! COLE! |
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ColeHamLuke: /smiles, manages a light acknowledgement |
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RobertEaton: YOU SUCK! PHILLIES SUCK! GO RAYS WOOOOOO!!!! /flips bird |
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ColeHamLuke: /is millionaire, continues on unaffected |
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**Online Host** ColeHamLuke has left the chatroom. |
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RobertEaton: Aw man, did you see that? He waved at us! I didn't expect him to be a a**hole though, he didn't even come over an sign autographs! |
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RobertEaton: Braden, don't you think he was a a**hole |
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Braden: a**hole!!! |
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Tayler: SHUT UP BRADEN YOUR AN A**HOLE, MAWM IS A A**HOLE |
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RobertEaton: haha y'all are some funny ass kids |
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**Online Host** MoyerBodyGirl has entered the chatroom on the way to the Jamie Moyer's Car Chatroom. |
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RobertEaton: look tayler look braden it's jamie moyer, jamie moyer's been pitching for a long time he's a legend |
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RobertEaton: JAMIE! JAMIE! HEY, JAMIE, I'M STANDING BY YOUR CARS |
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MoyerBodyGirl: hello baseball fans |
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RobertEaton: YOU SUCK! PHILLIES SUCK! CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH? F*** YOU! /flips double bird |
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Braden: /jumps up and down while giving the finger |
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MoyerBodyGirl: ehhhh /gets into drivers side of Model T |
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**Online Host** MoyerBodyGirl has left the chatroom. |
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RobertEaton: aw it's okay Braden don't fret, we're gonna get one of these Phillies to sign your Rays hat if we gotta stand out here all night |
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Tayler: I HATE YOU I WANT TO GO HOME AND PLAY CARNIVAL GAMES FOR THE WII |
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RobertEaton: SHUT IT, TAYLER. I ain't gonna argue with you, I know Carnival Games for Nintenda Wii is the best game ever made, but you want autographs so we're gettin em |
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Tayler: I DON'T WANT STUPID AUTOGRAPHS |
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RobertEaton: YES YOU DO NOW SHUT UP /"pops" Tayler |
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**Online Host** RomeroSpecial has entered the chatroom on the way to the J.C. Romero's Car Chatroom. |
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RobertEaton: aw look braden that's j.c. romero he's your favorite, i'm gonna do everything i can to get him over here, i swear it to you |
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RobertEaton: J.C.! J.C. ROMERO THE PLAYER! OVER HERE! LOOK AT MY FACE |
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RomeroSpecial: hey what's up /drags bags through parking lot |
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RobertEaton: YOU SUCK! PHILLIES SUCK! THE J.C. STANDS FOR "JESUS CHRIST YOU SUCK" |
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RobertEaton: WHERE'S YOUR GIRLFRIEND, IS SHE AT THE CLINIC BECAUSE YOU GAVE HER A J.C. V.D. |
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RomeroSpecial: what is wrong with you |
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Tayler: YOUR FAMOUS, I HATE YOU |
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Braden: BOOOO, BOOOOO |
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RobertEaton: HEY YOU HEARD THE BOYS, WHY DON'T YOU GO GET THEM SOME JUICE, THEY LOVE JUICE |
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RobertEaton: AND YOU KNOW WHERE TO GET JUICE, DON'T YOU J.C., IS IT THE GROCERY STORE, OR DO YOU GET YOUR JUICE FROM DRUGS |
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RomeroSpecial: I get my juice from over the counter! Tums made me fail that test! |
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RobertEaton: YOU USE DRUGS |
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RomeroSpecial: That's it! /grabs Robert Eaton by collar, takes a swing |
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Tayler: YEAH YEAH KILL HIM, KILL MY DAD |
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Braden: J.C. Romero is awesommm |
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RobertEaton: Help! Police! |
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**Online Host** An authority figure has entered the parking lot. |
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Authority: Excuse me, what's going on here? |
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RomeroSpecial: This belligerent redneck got drunk and made an ass out of himself in front of children by hatefully heckling me and expecting me not to do anything |
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Authority: Are you famous? |
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RomeroSpecial: Yes |
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Authority: Are you famous? |
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RobertEaton: no |
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Authority: /hits J.C. Romero with tennis racket |