Out on a walk, I came upon a bridge over a small stream. As I stepped forward to cross the bridge, I heard a voice call out, “What are you, stupid?”
I turned to look to see who said it, but didn’t see anyone. As I turned back to the bridge I was confronted by a large, ugly being. About 7 feet tall and extremely portly. Not in the “big-boned black is slimming” kind of way. More in the “I eat Cheetos for breakfast and don’t give a crap what you think about it” kind of way.
It’s face was lumpy in all the wrong places and it had a goatee reminiscent of a 1990’s grunge band. And it had a smell reminiscent of a 1990’s grunge band after being on the road for a month.
It said to me, “Pass this bridge without paying the toll and I will eat your soul!”
I said, “Dude, we’re in a park. Does the city know you’re here?” He didn’t seem like the normal quality of people the city would hire to take tolls at a bridge. They’re sometimes nicer.
It said, “I hope you die!”
“Hey, alright, chill out. There’s no need for that kind of talk. What’s the toll? A couple bucks?”
The large being got right in my face and yelled, “Your video sucks donkey dick! And I banged your mom last night!”
“What the hell?”, I thought to myself. “Dude, back it up! Just tell me what the toll is!”
“Your use of a comma was totally incorrect in that last sentence!”, it blared in my face.
“How do you know? I’m TALKING to you, Jackass!”, I blared back.
“YOU’RE NOT CROSSING YOU JEW BASTARD! WHAT ARE YOU A HOMOSEXUAL JEW BASTARD?”, it bellowed.
Huh? Oh, I get it… “Ok, you’re a troll, right?”
“Don’t call me names you homo Jew bastard!”, it eloquently retorted.
I could probably have just hopped across the stream. Seriously. It was only about two feet wide. This dude was defending a bridge that would have taken a Chihuahua three steps to cross. But I was in no hurry. Figured I’d take him down.
“You look like a girl! Why do you look like a girl?”
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“You know that movie you haven’t seen yet? They all die at the end!”
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“You’re a dick and I hate you. Hope you die with your incorrect commas!”
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“Answer me or I’ll post all your personal information online!”
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As his rants started to run out of steam, his appearance changed. He became shorter. His goatee became a scraggle of a few hairs dangling from his chin. Strangely, he became even lumpier and smelled even worse. Acne started bursting out all over his face. Peanut butter stains became apparent on his t-shirt.
When he finished his transformation into what looked like a 13 year old with a passion for Doritos and Call of Duty, I walked toward the bridge he squeaked, “No! You can’t cross!”
But I did cross. And I flicked him in the forehead on the way. And then I laughed to myself as I heard the next person approach the bridge behind me. The troll squeaked, “‘Their is spelled ‘ei’ not ‘ie’, fag!” And he began his little game again.