FAT TRICKS

Int. - Russell Peacock is locked inside of a large swine barrell wanting to escape in the worst way...only he can't...you see, the swine barrel is in the dark corner of his mind, better known as Peacock's Corr. ACT ONE - Russell Peacock is a wirey thin athletic individual with nothing but time on hands... enough time to do some serious fat tracking. Fat tracking, you see, is the creation of Russell Peacock himself...and the Peacock is pretty damn proud of it, I must say. Fat tracking is an art more than a learned skill. It incorporates the latest in technology, such as GPS scan sensors, calorie crushers, lard tethers, BIG SHAKE spiked with smart chips, live burger traps, undercover pickel-cam, and glazed dohnuts. Russell Peacock has hired some extra help to manage this special once in a lifetime project from the community of none other than some of the worst stormchasers in the stormchasing business...they even wear t-shirts that say storm chasers on them...In other words they're the real thing or they wouldn't have t-shirts that say storm chasers on them, ACT TWO - The idea behind all of the fun and excitment of tracking these fat bastards is to merely observe them over indulging in mass quantities of carbohydrate consumption while at ease in their natural habitat. Gigantic fat people really scare Russell Peacock...Russell Peacock has balls...but when it comes to fat hunger the Peacock is scared shitless...shitless I tell you...he can't shit because of risking his life just to get a few fat tricks on camera. I love Russell Peacock, and you should too...so when you pray tonight please ask that G...I changed my mind...don't pray for Russell Peacock...The Peacock is a big boy, and knew exactly what he was getting into when he signed up for this stupid adventure. The Peacock begins to set up his Fat Trapper network of ill will. Let the fun begin!!! It's about 7am, and the team of fat trappers are already heading straight for trouble...It's an all you can eat buffet...and the owner and managment are fearing for the future of there little home town family diner. It seems a gang of 300-400 pound bikers rode up on boss hog motorcycles with extra suspension...the extra suspension you see, is because these sons of bitches are very fat. ACT THREE - Yet to be finished.