CircularAnswer
Jobber To The Stars
Yep. I'm hot. That's me, pretty much.
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Post by CircularAnswer on Jan 9, 2007 14:46:32 GMT -5
*Location: somewhere. We aren't sure where. Just... somewhere. It appears to be a 5'-by-5' room in a lightless building, the only furniture being a small chair and the only light a bare bulb on the ceiling. Someone sits in the chair, back to the camera, flipping through what appears to be the script to the last Chloroform.*
Someone: My, my... BigBOSS, who exactly do you have writing your shows nowadays? I would swear you had an army of drunken orangutans pissing the dialogue into a sandbox if I hadn't met you myself. And as for the actual show?
*The person closes their script, and we see something in front of the chair - a small television, replaying the last show.*
Someone: Ed Leslie on several doses of pure cocaine could sell better than half the roster nowadays. Honestly, TNA does better than these punks do, and that's with Russo doing the booking. Months on end of nothing from BOB, and THIS is what we return to? I swear it should have died...
*One hand, clad in a red glove, emerges from behind the chair and flicks open a cell phone, hitting a button before pulling back.*
Someone: Zeno? Good afternoon... Yes, it's me. We need to talk.
*The camera shorts out.*
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Post by Someone Else on Jan 9, 2007 20:23:12 GMT -5
"Pssst...they're on to us! Cheese it, boys!"
*Various intoxicated simian noises, followed by a slamming door*
"Crikey, that was close! Poink!"
"Ook."
"You said it, Melvin. Banana daquiris at the Brownstone Club?"
"Oook."
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