System of a Down's latest tour has just ended, the guys were getting ready to fly back home and enjoy some relaxation time after all their hard work on tour. “see you guys sometime soon then I guess” said Shavo leaving for his flight.
“Yeah dude, lets just hope it isn't as long as it's been before” replied Daron who then turned around to stare off at Serj who had already left for his flight.
“Bye” said John feeling left out as no one had noticed that he was still there
“Oh hey John” said Daron looking confused then turning to face Shavo again “when did he get here?” whispered Daron to Shavo who was also looking confused
“I don't know” whispered Shavo back to Daron “I thought he left for his flight a half our ago”
“Same” whispered Daron back.
“Um guys” interrupted John “We're all getting the same flight...it was only Serj who had to leave...He's going to New Zealand remember?”
“Oh yeah...” said Shavo and Daron in confused unison
“Are you guys high?” asked John seeming to be unfazed, as always, and slightly feeling left out as the guys had forgotten about him...again....just like the time in Mexico when they left on the tour bus without and John had to work on a pot farm to earn the money to go back home....these flashbacks made John shiver....
“No...” said Shavo and Daron in confused unison again. John just sighed.
“We're going to be late for our flight at this rate” sighed John, dragging the other two with him.”This is not going to be another Mexico...”
The three guys had wondered off, well John was mainly dragging Shavo and Daron but that doesn't matter right now. “Hurry up!” yelled John, starting to panic because it became apparent that they were now running late for their flight “No more Mexicans!”
“What's wrong with Mexicans? They're so cute with their plumber outfits and accents!” piped Daron who had just face planted the floor due to John letting him go and that was the only thing Daron was relying on to get him moving.
“What do you mean 'plumber outfits'?” asked Shavo who was really confused, like most of the time. “Mario!” squealed Daron in excitement “I love that game!”
“Dude...Mario's Italian...” John, who had stopped panicking and had started to listen in on their conversation “But don't even get me started on Mexicans...horny, cheap, pot filled bastards....” John started to shiver and let out a small scream when thinking of this horrific time. Shavo and Daron just ignored John and started to have an argument on if Mario was Italian or Mexican.
“He is Italian! What Mexican has ever said 'mama mia'?” exclaimed Shavo
“Every Mexican that I know” said Daron calmly, who knew that he was winning this argument
“And how many is that Daron?! How many?!” exclaimed Shavo again, he really like doing this.
“About 5!” exclaimed Daron also, he wanted to get in on this exclaiming stuff as well.
“STOP WITH THE MEXICANS!!” screamed John who had now fallen to the floor in a pile and started to do the whole Squidward future thing. Shavo and Daron still continued their argument regardless. “MARIO! IS! MEXICAN!” yelled Daron at the top of his lungs, Shavo was taken aback . “NUH HUH!” yelled Shavo at the top of his lungs as well
“UH HUH!” yelled Daron at the top of his lungs back
This continued like this for a while.