[BFS] The Idiot Tax

[Silverdream]

"So Jake, what are you going to buy if you win the IT?" Pete asked.

"I dunno. Buy a swimming pool. Maybe start a restaurant." he said, staring blankly ahead as the two walked from the convenience store.

"Oh, that's interesting. I never pegged you as a restaurant manager. What kind of restaurant would you run? A classic United-Systems Burger joint? A Venetian noodle house? A Trattoria?" said Pete.

Jake paused for a bit. The silence only marred by the sound of their shoes on the gravel.

"I dunno. I guess a sports bar?"

"Nice, nice, nice. I bet all the fly chicas would rush to your place. You could be like 'Hey, you know I'm the owner of this place', and they would be like 'Ohmygod, such a successful and handsome man is talking to me." said Pete. He stared at Jake, smiling. "Is that why you'd want a sports bar? Or is it the free drinks you'd get?"

"I dunno. I guess both would be nice." said Jake.

The pair were silent again. They cut across the street before taking a shortcut through the woods. It was very peaceful outside. Most of the planet hadn't been colonized, so there was still plenty of alien flora and fauna.

"So," Pete said, elongating the 'o' sound for several seconds.

"So," Jake said, flatly.

"Arentcha gonna ask me what I'll do if I'm the one to win the idiot tax? I asked you, so it's only polite that you ask me back." Pete smiled.

"Whatcha gonna do, Pete?" Jake said.

Pete stopped, looking ahead, putting both hands on his hips.

"I, Peter Ulysses Booker, will become the most badass man in the Brikverse! I will found the most badass mercenary company there is. We will fly in a state of the art spaceship, taking part in only the most badass battles as possible. We shall be called..." Pete paused.

"Booker's Badass Brawling Battlers." He said.

"I'll be the main commander of the company and the squad leader of the Ultra-squad, which will be my hand picked squad of badasses who do the most dangerous and cool stuff there is." Pete giggled. "I'm so excited. I pray to George Wash-a-ton every day that I win the Idiot Tax. I have a whole binder filled with drawing and notes and I researched the most badass minifigs around and a lot of them die a lot, so I have to change things around a lot, but I'm so excited. Could you imagine everyone thinking 'What's Pete doing these days, probably licking windows for the government like his Papa.' Then someone else will be like 'No way, Pete Booker? He's only the biggest most badass leader of the most prestigious mercenary company to ever exist.' God, I'm so excited to open my envelope. I can't wait 'till we get home."

They walked through the woods. Pete dried to hurry Jacob along the path by grabbing his hand and pulling his arm, but Jacob put up a very lazy resistance. After what seemed like fifteen minutes, they finally made it to their duplex.

"I'm so excited, Jake." Pete ran and sat on their couch, and turned on the viewscreen. A handsome woman in a pantsuit greeted them.

"For those who have forgotten, the idiot tax is a 40% income tax of the lower intelligence citizens within the United Systems Alliance and it's protectorates. These tax payers are entered into a random draw for a portion of the money, in order to give them a better chance to improve their lives. The winner of today's idiot tax is as follows. 4. 1. 8. 2. 6. 9. 0. 0. 0. 0. 0. 0. 0. 0. 7.

Jake and Pete both read their numbers. Pete started jumping and screaming. Jake put his hands over his ears. "JAKE, I WON! JAKE, I WON! JAKE, I WON". Pete wrapped both of his arms around Jake, before giving him a wet kiss on the cheek.

With tears in his eyes, Pete said "Jake, I'll help you start your sports bar as soon as my mercenary company takes off.

[Quantumsurfer]

• Concept and Theme: 2/10
• Form: 6/10
• Voice: 6/10
• Style: 4/20
• Presentation: 5/10

Total Judge Score: 18/50

[runnybabbit223]

Concept and theme: 2/10
Form: 5/10
Voice: 6.5/10
Style: 3.5/20
Presentation: 6/10

TOTAL: 17/50

[The Shadowscythe]

• Concept and Theme: 6/10
• Form: 5/10
• Voice: 8/10
• Style: 14/20
• Presentation: 6/10

Total Judge Score: 33/50

Side Notes - No Powerball. Needs more Powerball. 0/7 would not eat with rice.