Week Five

[Chenbot]

As the Power of Veto holder, Jack, you have the chance to change the course of the week and potentially save a nominee from leaving this game. You will have 24 hours to make a decision on whether or not to use the veto. As current HOH, Rachel, you will need to name a replacement if the veto is used. Afterward everyone but Rachel's 2 nominees will cast a vote for one of the nominees. Rachel you will vote in case of a tie. Remember you MUST leave goodbye messages for BOTH nominees for your vote to count. Failure to follow instructions will prohibit you from competing in next week's Head of Household competition. Good luck everyone!

[Jack Owens]

Welcome to the veto ceremony, boys and girls. As the winner of the golden power of veto, it is my job to probably take one of Rachel's nominations off the block.

Back in my day, in my youth, there was no such thing as a veto.

Which ever person was chosen to be stoned at our local lottery was the person that needed to be stoned GOD DAMN IT. And that person took it willingly as they brought themselves to the old oak chair that had been in our town for generation upon generation. As they sat down their bossoms, the young children would run around and chant and play, as they gathered up all kinds of rocks.

Let's see, there were:


Large rocks,



Small rocks.



There were flat rocks,



and fat rocks.



There were black rocks,



and Mexican rocks.



We didn't discriminate back in my small old town, no sir we did not.



Any kind of rock that you could find on the ground was good enough to throw, that was of course if you could throw a rock. I remember my dear old friend Baskin Robbins from down the street. Yes Sir, he broke both of his arms in an incredible accident including a lady friend and twelve cans of moonshine. 


He was actually the one to invent the catapult, as he couldn't throw rocks, he just made a nifty little contraption that would throw them at any victim that was chosen.

Poor ol' Baskin Robbins, he was the stoning victim of 1933, where all the young hooligans used is own catapults against him so that they could stone him.

I'd never seen a man killed by his own contraption until that day.

I can only hope that my chicken plucker, Jack Owen's Chicken Plucker, does not come to bite me in the bum in the same old way.

I could only imagine the turmoil of my feathers being plucked all along the ground of this here Big Brother house. 

It would cause TURMOIL TURMOIL.

But not as much turmoil as when I was in the Vietnam War.

Did I ever tell you children about the time I was in the Vietnam War, well let me tell you.

I was in a bar with my good ol friend Parker Sins, and we were hobbling about as any hot young man would do on his first mission outside of our small town of Kettlecorn, Missouri.

We were strolling around the young streets of Vietnam, a good couple notches in my belt, the night before I'd killed a chicken with my bare hands.

This chicken was indeed the strongest chicken that I have, to this day, ever come across. 

Perhaps it was the metal collar around it's neck that made it nearly impossible to kill, but I know, I know it was it's kindred spirit that made it willing to live longer.

It took me a whole seven hours to snap the neck of this chicken, the howls of my bunk mates cheering me on, unsure of whether I, Jack Phillipe Owens, would make it through the night, or if I would lay down my torch to this monstrous villain. 

The struggle went onwards and onwards, though in the end, I overpowered this monster with a cleaver that I found underneath the bed of my Colonel.

He joked that he was going to kill us all in our sleep - but we knew, we knew that he was secretly not a colonel, but a butcher back from Indiana named Josephine.

This was my first encounter with Josephine, who later showed up on many encounters throughout my life.

Josephine was a good man, born and raised with the manners of the president, how he ever got out to Vietnam is beyond me, but as Parker and I were walking about the streets of Vietnam, we got attacked.

As we were looking for thai food, a local became very upset with our insensitivity and politely told us to leave.

To this day I am still scarred by this exchange, no one really truly knew his intent until a few weeks later a large case of tragic irony hit Parker as he was diagnosed with Parkinsons. 

I still believe that that man cast some sort of voodoo upon Parker, and I will never forgive myself until I find that Thai Express and burn it to the ground.

TO THE GROUND.

NAAAAAAAAAAAAAM


NAAAAAAAM


NNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM


DO YOU HEAR ME??



NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM

When I got back from that dreadful place, I found that the lottery had been disbanded for the reasons that it was a crime against humanity.

Young folks these days are just way to sensitive towards casual killings, and it's just got to stop.

I never did quite understand why that chicken lived so long, or why this veto here exists. But all I do know is that to this day, I can not smell Thai Food without going into a murderous outrage.

Anyways, I use the power of veto on myself. Rachel please select a replacement nominee.

- Jack

[Shane Meaney]

Holy shit that was awesome

[Porsche Briggs]

Shit Jack, you really need to move away from that meth lab

[Rachel Plencner]

Wow Jack! That was quite the speech you had there. And here I thought I was the only person in this house who's guilty of using illegal substances. Anywho since you've Veto'ed yourself I must now name a replacement nominee.

Honestly while this may have seemed like an easy decision, it really wasn't. I truly do adore this person more than words can speak but there are certain actions in this game that cannot be undone or taken back and the reason I am nominating this person is a byproduct of finishing a job that should have been finished a while ago. With that said, I have decided to nominate...



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Shane

I honestly didn't think I was going to do this at the beginning of the week, but I have had this gut feeling since I nominated you in week three that you have been playing me and that to keep you in this game would be a grave mistake. I'm sorry. This Veto meeting is adjourned. Good luck boys.

[James Rhine]

Welp, now that my ass can finally breathe from sitting through the longest PoV ceremony ever.

Good luck Dominique and Shaniqua

[Shane Meaney]

Vote me out! GG

[Shane Meaney]

JK i wanna stay. It'd be pretty hilarious.