then start wearing contacts zen.
Hmm yes...Cool little white ones that make me look like a mutant freak zombie horror thing....Its genius...*Plots and raids lencrafters*
-Hours later when his fat ass finally arives-
.....:Hello, I need contacts.
Guy at lenscrafters: Okay, My name is Paul, Le-...
Zen: I said I need contacts you f***ing girlscout.
Paul: okay sir...Calm down...We'll get your contacts but we need to run a few tests..
Zen: Do I look like I know those big words and what they mean?
Paul: err...
Zen: Get me my F***ING CONTACTS!!
Paul: *Dials the police while he acts like hes really talking to Zen*
Zen: What? A crazy man in here?? Where is he?
Paul: *Tells the police the address and everything*
Zen: Hey who are you talking to..
Paul: ....Sit down please, Sir.
Zen: What the f***? Why?
Paul: It's a test for the contacts.
Zen: oh. *Sits down and waits about 48 minutes*
Policeman outside:...Is this thi-....Oh..Shit..
Zen: *Looks outside and laughs at the moronic policeman*
Other policeman outside: Give me that Frank..*He talks into the megaphone* COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!!
Zen: Oh...f***...
The end! Yay.