Post by Dr Silaconne M Plants on Mar 7, 2007 17:37:07 GMT -5
[Dr. Silaconne M. Plants urged, no... he practically begged me to come up with something for him to do today because, and I quote directly from his lips, "I can't let that that shitty EFOW roleplay be the last thing on the message board today." End quote.
Well, I really didn't plan on doing anything for a couple of days... but here goes...]
[Dr. Silaconne M. Plants is seen walking across from the Riviera to another, more seedy and unkempt establishment called "Thumb Breakers" Casino and Wedding Chapel. He walks right up to a pony-tailed, scruffy individual wearing a shirt that reads "THE BOOKIE".
Meanwhile, a familiar looking, greasy faced kid with a bad teen goatee (patent still pending) walks by with a VERY TALL woman with a pronounced Adam's Apple. The kid is singing "Going To The Chapel, And I'm... Gonna Get Married...."
Should be an interesting honeymoon...
"The Crying Game" by Boy George is heard overhead in MUSAK format.
Anyway, back to the Sinister Surgeon and "THE BOOKIE"...]
SMP: I want to place a bet.
BOOKIE: Wait a minute, don't you still owe me from last time?
SMP: Ummmm. Yeah, here you go. I just got a settlement from a Diaper Company, one thousand big ones!
BOOKIE: [begging off] Ooooooooh.
Hey, did you say diaper? You know what? Nevermind, I don't want to know...
SMP: Fine. Anyway, there's $500 for last time, and here's $500 for my bet.
BOOKIE: Good time of year, have lots of conference tournament action coming up.... March Madness....
SMP: No, I don't want to bet on basketball. I want to bet on a fight.
BOOKIE: Yeah, Chuck Liddell is pretty hot right now...
SMP: What?! No way, that Ultimate Fighting stuff is SO fake. I want to bet on real competition.
BOOKIE: *yawn*
SMP: I want to bet on a professional wrestling match...
BOOKIE: Huh?
SMP: Pro wrestling! Living in Sin! You've heard of BOB, right?
BOOKIE: Bob, who?
SMP: Oh wait, Brawler's on a Budget. Now does it ring a bell?
BOOKIE: Nope...
SMP: Heard of me? Silaconne M. Plants?
BOOKIE: Silicone implants? Yeah, I've hear of them. Is that your name?
SMP: Of course, DOCTOR.... Silaconne M. Plants.
BOOKIE: BWAAAAA HAAA HAAAA!
SMP: [shrugs] What? You think my name is funny?
BOOKIE: Ummm, no.... ummmmm, that kid over there is getting ready to marry a dude. Yeah.
SMP: I know, right!
*they high-five*
SMP: Look, I want to place it all on Dr. Thrilla to defeat Axl Van Halen at Living in Sin for the Swiss Army Title.
BOOKIE: You want to what? Dude, you're going to have to wait and see if I can even pull that shit up for the odds...
["THE BOOKIE" fiddles at his keyboard...several minutes pass.]
BOOKIE: Okay, believe it or not, I actually found it. What was that match again?
SMP: Dr. Thrilla.....versus..... Axl.....Van Halen. Swiss Army Title. I'm betting on Thrilla just like I said I was going to the other day.
BOOKIE: Okay, but I think you should know something....
SMP: NO! You will not change my mind! The last time I second guessed myself I lost. The only time I got one right was when Texas beat USC... and I didn't even bet on that one because my luck was in a rut and I was a little strapped for cash. But not now!
BOOKIE: OOOooookay. Hey man, it's your money.
SMP: Dr. Thrilla now, I want it on Dr. Thrilla....
BOOKIE: Pfffft. Okay dude, I heard you. $500 on Dr. Thrilla to defeat Axl Van Halen at Living In Sin for the Swiss Army Title. I got it. It's a bet.
SMP: SWEET! [rubs hands together]
It gonna be an Admiral's Feast week! [runs out of casino giddy and dancing through traffic.]
BOOKIE: Yep, there's one born every second....
[Bad teen goatee boy and She-Male walk by as 15 Elvis impersonators throw rice at them...]
BOOKIE: Make that two...
[cut]
Well, I really didn't plan on doing anything for a couple of days... but here goes...]
[Dr. Silaconne M. Plants is seen walking across from the Riviera to another, more seedy and unkempt establishment called "Thumb Breakers" Casino and Wedding Chapel. He walks right up to a pony-tailed, scruffy individual wearing a shirt that reads "THE BOOKIE".
Meanwhile, a familiar looking, greasy faced kid with a bad teen goatee (patent still pending) walks by with a VERY TALL woman with a pronounced Adam's Apple. The kid is singing "Going To The Chapel, And I'm... Gonna Get Married...."
Should be an interesting honeymoon...
"The Crying Game" by Boy George is heard overhead in MUSAK format.
Anyway, back to the Sinister Surgeon and "THE BOOKIE"...]
SMP: I want to place a bet.
BOOKIE: Wait a minute, don't you still owe me from last time?
SMP: Ummmm. Yeah, here you go. I just got a settlement from a Diaper Company, one thousand big ones!
BOOKIE: [begging off] Ooooooooh.
Hey, did you say diaper? You know what? Nevermind, I don't want to know...
SMP: Fine. Anyway, there's $500 for last time, and here's $500 for my bet.
BOOKIE: Good time of year, have lots of conference tournament action coming up.... March Madness....
SMP: No, I don't want to bet on basketball. I want to bet on a fight.
BOOKIE: Yeah, Chuck Liddell is pretty hot right now...
SMP: What?! No way, that Ultimate Fighting stuff is SO fake. I want to bet on real competition.
BOOKIE: *yawn*
SMP: I want to bet on a professional wrestling match...
BOOKIE: Huh?
SMP: Pro wrestling! Living in Sin! You've heard of BOB, right?
BOOKIE: Bob, who?
SMP: Oh wait, Brawler's on a Budget. Now does it ring a bell?
BOOKIE: Nope...
SMP: Heard of me? Silaconne M. Plants?
BOOKIE: Silicone implants? Yeah, I've hear of them. Is that your name?
SMP: Of course, DOCTOR.... Silaconne M. Plants.
BOOKIE: BWAAAAA HAAA HAAAA!
SMP: [shrugs] What? You think my name is funny?
BOOKIE: Ummm, no.... ummmmm, that kid over there is getting ready to marry a dude. Yeah.
SMP: I know, right!
*they high-five*
SMP: Look, I want to place it all on Dr. Thrilla to defeat Axl Van Halen at Living in Sin for the Swiss Army Title.
BOOKIE: You want to what? Dude, you're going to have to wait and see if I can even pull that shit up for the odds...
["THE BOOKIE" fiddles at his keyboard...several minutes pass.]
BOOKIE: Okay, believe it or not, I actually found it. What was that match again?
SMP: Dr. Thrilla.....versus..... Axl.....Van Halen. Swiss Army Title. I'm betting on Thrilla just like I said I was going to the other day.
BOOKIE: Okay, but I think you should know something....
SMP: NO! You will not change my mind! The last time I second guessed myself I lost. The only time I got one right was when Texas beat USC... and I didn't even bet on that one because my luck was in a rut and I was a little strapped for cash. But not now!
BOOKIE: OOOooookay. Hey man, it's your money.
SMP: Dr. Thrilla now, I want it on Dr. Thrilla....
BOOKIE: Pfffft. Okay dude, I heard you. $500 on Dr. Thrilla to defeat Axl Van Halen at Living In Sin for the Swiss Army Title. I got it. It's a bet.
SMP: SWEET! [rubs hands together]
It gonna be an Admiral's Feast week! [runs out of casino giddy and dancing through traffic.]
BOOKIE: Yep, there's one born every second....
[Bad teen goatee boy and She-Male walk by as 15 Elvis impersonators throw rice at them...]
BOOKIE: Make that two...
[cut]