Detour: The Deconstruction: Part Two

Thank God the Olympics are done. I swear if I had to see one more sappy athletic story or see one more bit of evidence of this tape delayed, over-hyped, crassly commercial non-event I was going to take out my gun and shoot somebody. There'll be more details of my hatred for the games in my next rant. Until then on to the "show."

Oddly enough, this was written around the summer games in Sydney, Australia. We're about to be subjected to the same treatment this summer. Some things never change.

Same <alleged North Floridian> forest. Two members of the Asekoff family, a man and his son, Louis are hunting with their dog. The kid looks as though he's about to be dragged off by the dog. <Personally, I'd pay money to see that> He's also chewing gum which considering how most people smack the gum as they're chewing it isn't what I'd call particularly appropriate. However, since it appears that the boy is about to be taught how to use a gun perhaps the gum chewing isn't the most inappropriate thing going on in this scene.

Louis <who is quite the annoying git hence the name> (AG): [releases dog] How's he know how to find a possum? <Why the hell would one want Bo to find the possum? To throw it in the stewpot? Yuck! Surely, these folks have one of those obnoxious SUV's they can easily drive over to the supermarket and pick up something more -er edible?>

PA: Yeah. Our ancestors were hunters, too. But most of us have lost those instincts. That's why we need a little help. [indicates shotgun] <I could use a little help right now. I keep hearing this annoying voice. It seems to be coming from your whelp. May I borrow your shotgun to alleviate the situation?>

AG: Dad, what's that? <Damn can't this kid do something besides ask a million annoying questions?>

PA: Surveyor's equipment. Someone left his stuff out here. [Bo barks] Stay close, Louis.

PA and AG walk in the direction of the barking dog. PA sees dog looking at the surveyor's bloody jacket. He steps back shielding AG from the sight.

PA: [interrupting] For the love of God would you shut the bleep up?! You've done nothing but ask irritating questions since we've got here! If you open your trap one more time I'm going to blow your little annoying ass away and replace you with a deaf mute!

PA turns to AG raises the shot gun and shoots him at point blank range in the chest. AG whimpers so PA shoots him a second time in the head to shut him up for good. He pulls Bo away and heads for home. He'll need to hurry if he's going to get to the orphanage to replace the git before dinner.

PA: Quiet. [he hears rustling] Listen to me. I want you to take Bo, and I want you to run straight home.

PA: I want you to run straight home and I don't want you to stop for anything. [He loads the shotgun.]

AG: I just… <Damn it what part of "I want you to run straight home" did he not understand? Either this kid got the short end of the genetic stick when it came to smarts or he's just been repeatedly hit over the head with the stupid stick. Just for being such an annoying imbecile the Mothmen should attack his sorry ass.>

AG: Come on, Bo, come on. [He pauses when he hears two shotgun blasts.] <Apparently he still doesn't comprehend the meaning of the words "go straight home."> No, no. Come on, Bo. Come on. Come on! Come on! [He keeps running]

This sections is kinda short. I didn't want to introduce the section with Mulder and Scully in the same section as this brat shows up in. It just wouldn't be right.

God what an annoying git that brat is. There has to be something off with Darwin's survival of the fittest theory because this dimwitted brat definitely should not be allowed to breed. He certainly shouldn't be on the business end of a gun. He'll probably accidentally shoot himself in the ass or something.

The Mothmen strike again. The question is why didn't they get the brat? They seem to run faster than most people and that kid wasn't too quick on his feet. Especially since he insisted on looking back instead of following his father's instructions.

Darwin Rolls Over in His Grave