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On a late Saturday night in early spring in 2001, at a celebration party in a dining-room of a large suburban house, belonging to a wealthy company owner of a large enterprise, there is a sudden knock on the large engraved wooden front door that sent a sudden chill throughout the guests at number 47 Richmond Road. Everyone looked at each other but there looks were mainly aimed at Tony Rainbird, he knew what they were thinking as he approached the door and reached for the handle.
SURPRISE!!!!!!!! TONY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nice Guy: ëThis is your Lifeí
*Tony looks on shock as he scans the room for possible suspects to have set this up he sees Ali making a run for it*
Back in the studio Tony enters wearing an expensive slick black tuxedo with specially fitted shoes and which his hair gelled making him look relaxed and laid-back. The crowd instantly show a sign of appreciation as he enters through the famous doors and the record attendance crowd of screaming fans begin to throw expensive roses, t-shirts with pictures of him printed on them and some of their underwear. His voice is chanted throughout the crowd, which is mainly populated with females and continues until he begs them to be quiet, there is a short moment of screams but then everything slows down and slowly it begins to close in on silence.
ëHello and welcome to this is your life, in this special edition of todayís show we are going to learn about the life of Sir Tony Rainbird, loving father, caring husband and proud owner of now one of the largest computer games retailer in the entire country. From the days when he was just a worker from behind the desk he already had his heart set on making something special and unforgettable about Special Reserve, now in now longer then a few years down the line he has achieved his dream.í
It is with my greatest honour that Sir Tony Rainbird; Managing Director of Special Reserve could join us today.
Nice Guy: Hello Tony and welcome to the show, I gather you know the way it works?
Tony: Well I must admit to not have watching this show in such a long time, I mean, I do have a business to run after all, * Followed by a fake laugh *
Nice Guy: Well, that doesnít really matter right now; all weíre interested in is your achievement in life
Tony: To be honest there isnít a lot that I can really say; I was brought up in an achieving family and then destined to succeed in life
Nice Guy: So in plain English what your saying is that you were pushed into succeeding, it was in the blood?
Tony: Well now I didnít say
*Is promptly interrupted*
Nice Guy: Please enter Tonyís Primary School Teacher
Nice Guy: Now welcome to the show Mr Garison I gather you know the way it works?
*Mr Garison enters totally stoned and the audience is well aware*
Mr Garison: Well yeah, chucks Iíve watched this show from time to time whilst buying some illegal substances on the net
Nice Guy: Well letís talk about whatís important tonight and of course that is our guest and the ever more successful manager of Special Reserve Tony Rainbird, so Mr Garison please tell us what this bloke was like at school
Mr Garison: Well the little sod used to run around the classroom with his trousers on his head writing rude words on the board, hehe, God I love Majuarna.
Nice Guy: Please for the love of God get a hold of yourself; if youíve got nothing constructive to say then donít say it.
Mr Garison: For the sake of your health Iíll pretend I didnít hear that
Nice Guy: Why you threatening me now? You want to make something of this?
Mr Garison stand up and starts pushing Nice Guy, but he ainít taking none of it, grabbing his mic he proceeds to bass Mr Garison around the head until a flow of blood is leaving his skull, Mr Garison grabs his lighter and sets Nice Guy alight sending him running around like a headless chicken leaving the bouncers to grab the extinguishers *
Tony: I hate to interrupt all of this nonsense but I donít remember having him as my Primary School teacher, in fact Iíve never seen this man before in my life, in fact.
Nice Guy: Then who is he?
Mr Garison: Itís me, * As quick as a flash Mr Garison pulls off a mark recovering his real identity *
Nice Guy and Tony: Bill Gates?
Bill: Yes, it is I
Tony: But what are you doing here, I thought I told you; you canít have my company even if you do have a monopoly in the computer industry business
Nice Guy: Bill, look this just isnít the time, Iím sorry but this is a special occasion couldnít you come back at a better time?
Bill: Time!? Time!? I have a multi multi billion dollar company to run and exploit other small businessí do you really think I can wait on this? Name your sum and it will be yours, all I want is the respect of the SR members in return.
Tony: I donít think you understand Bill, you canít BUY friendship, and money isnít the only thing in life that matters and you donít seem to understand that.
Bill: Come on Tony, letís at least go out and give you some time to think about it, thereís that new McClarene outside waiting for you whilst you make up your mind, fully loaded with your years income
Tony: Get lost Bill, you canít make me do anything I donít wanna be your friend, you ainít having my company now get lost or this will turn into something unpleasant
Bill: You want to have a piece of the richest man on earth? Do you know the abilities and political connections I have?
Tony: Your political connections are nothing compared to the power of the people on SR, if I asked any one of them to resist the power of Microsoft then theyíd be more then willing.
* With this immense occurrence of verbal abuse Bill gets up picking his chair and proceeding to beat Tony over the head with it, as the bouncers come closer to split the pair up an unexpected guest enters *
Announcer: Letís Get Ready To Rumble
Nice Guy: I donít believe this, itís Mr. Snuggly
Ali: Your God Damn Right
*Within a matter of seconds of appearing, Bill feels the smooth surface of a Macintosh computer being smashed against his skull, down and out on the floor, Tony grabs his hair and pulls him off stage whispering some words in his ear inaudible to the audience then walks back to his seat*
Nice Guy: Phewwww, now thatís all over would you two mind if I carried on with the show?
Ali and Tony: No no, carry on
Nice Guy: So as I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted, well actually were was I, letís start all over, just entered is Mr. Snuggly AKA Alistair Grey, lifetime friend and apprentice in Special Reserve, welcome to the show. Now Ali tell us about these ëdrinkingí problems of yours
Ali: Problems? Do you even know what youíre talking about? Iíve got a good minds to take this show to court along with yourself, where do you get your information from because whoever gets it deservers to be sacked.
Tony: Come on mate, itís my special night letís hold back grudges at the moment
Nice Guy: Sorry for my rude expressions, which may have offended you, I was just instructed to read them from board up there * Points to the screen *
Suddenly the words ëI know what you did last Halloween on Friday the 13thí appear on the board, the sound of silence can be heard throughout but in the distance there is the muffled scream of displeasure as the lights turn back on the crew and audience discover Alistair appears to be missing and a blood trail is leading up into the backstage.
To be continuedÖÖ.
Damn I am bad at not only writing but also trying to do good posts, shame on me.
SURPRISE!!!!!!!! TONY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nice Guy: ëThis is your Lifeí
*Tony looks on shock as he scans the room for possible suspects to have set this up he sees Ali making a run for it*
Back in the studio Tony enters wearing an expensive slick black tuxedo with specially fitted shoes and which his hair gelled making him look relaxed and laid-back. The crowd instantly show a sign of appreciation as he enters through the famous doors and the record attendance crowd of screaming fans begin to throw expensive roses, t-shirts with pictures of him printed on them and some of their underwear. His voice is chanted throughout the crowd, which is mainly populated with females and continues until he begs them to be quiet, there is a short moment of screams but then everything slows down and slowly it begins to close in on silence.
ëHello and welcome to this is your life, in this special edition of todayís show we are going to learn about the life of Sir Tony Rainbird, loving father, caring husband and proud owner of now one of the largest computer games retailer in the entire country. From the days when he was just a worker from behind the desk he already had his heart set on making something special and unforgettable about Special Reserve, now in now longer then a few years down the line he has achieved his dream.í
It is with my greatest honour that Sir Tony Rainbird; Managing Director of Special Reserve could join us today.
Nice Guy: Hello Tony and welcome to the show, I gather you know the way it works?
Tony: Well I must admit to not have watching this show in such a long time, I mean, I do have a business to run after all, * Followed by a fake laugh *
Nice Guy: Well, that doesnít really matter right now; all weíre interested in is your achievement in life
Tony: To be honest there isnít a lot that I can really say; I was brought up in an achieving family and then destined to succeed in life
Nice Guy: So in plain English what your saying is that you were pushed into succeeding, it was in the blood?
Tony: Well now I didnít say
*Is promptly interrupted*
Nice Guy: Please enter Tonyís Primary School Teacher
Nice Guy: Now welcome to the show Mr Garison I gather you know the way it works?
*Mr Garison enters totally stoned and the audience is well aware*
Mr Garison: Well yeah, chucks Iíve watched this show from time to time whilst buying some illegal substances on the net
Nice Guy: Well letís talk about whatís important tonight and of course that is our guest and the ever more successful manager of Special Reserve Tony Rainbird, so Mr Garison please tell us what this bloke was like at school
Mr Garison: Well the little sod used to run around the classroom with his trousers on his head writing rude words on the board, hehe, God I love Majuarna.
Nice Guy: Please for the love of God get a hold of yourself; if youíve got nothing constructive to say then donít say it.
Mr Garison: For the sake of your health Iíll pretend I didnít hear that
Nice Guy: Why you threatening me now? You want to make something of this?
Mr Garison stand up and starts pushing Nice Guy, but he ainít taking none of it, grabbing his mic he proceeds to bass Mr Garison around the head until a flow of blood is leaving his skull, Mr Garison grabs his lighter and sets Nice Guy alight sending him running around like a headless chicken leaving the bouncers to grab the extinguishers *
Tony: I hate to interrupt all of this nonsense but I donít remember having him as my Primary School teacher, in fact Iíve never seen this man before in my life, in fact.
Nice Guy: Then who is he?
Mr Garison: Itís me, * As quick as a flash Mr Garison pulls off a mark recovering his real identity *
Nice Guy and Tony: Bill Gates?
Bill: Yes, it is I
Tony: But what are you doing here, I thought I told you; you canít have my company even if you do have a monopoly in the computer industry business
Nice Guy: Bill, look this just isnít the time, Iím sorry but this is a special occasion couldnít you come back at a better time?
Bill: Time!? Time!? I have a multi multi billion dollar company to run and exploit other small businessí do you really think I can wait on this? Name your sum and it will be yours, all I want is the respect of the SR members in return.
Tony: I donít think you understand Bill, you canít BUY friendship, and money isnít the only thing in life that matters and you donít seem to understand that.
Bill: Come on Tony, letís at least go out and give you some time to think about it, thereís that new McClarene outside waiting for you whilst you make up your mind, fully loaded with your years income
Tony: Get lost Bill, you canít make me do anything I donít wanna be your friend, you ainít having my company now get lost or this will turn into something unpleasant
Bill: You want to have a piece of the richest man on earth? Do you know the abilities and political connections I have?
Tony: Your political connections are nothing compared to the power of the people on SR, if I asked any one of them to resist the power of Microsoft then theyíd be more then willing.
* With this immense occurrence of verbal abuse Bill gets up picking his chair and proceeding to beat Tony over the head with it, as the bouncers come closer to split the pair up an unexpected guest enters *
Announcer: Letís Get Ready To Rumble
Nice Guy: I donít believe this, itís Mr. Snuggly
Ali: Your God Damn Right
*Within a matter of seconds of appearing, Bill feels the smooth surface of a Macintosh computer being smashed against his skull, down and out on the floor, Tony grabs his hair and pulls him off stage whispering some words in his ear inaudible to the audience then walks back to his seat*
Nice Guy: Phewwww, now thatís all over would you two mind if I carried on with the show?
Ali and Tony: No no, carry on
Nice Guy: So as I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted, well actually were was I, letís start all over, just entered is Mr. Snuggly AKA Alistair Grey, lifetime friend and apprentice in Special Reserve, welcome to the show. Now Ali tell us about these ëdrinkingí problems of yours
Ali: Problems? Do you even know what youíre talking about? Iíve got a good minds to take this show to court along with yourself, where do you get your information from because whoever gets it deservers to be sacked.
Tony: Come on mate, itís my special night letís hold back grudges at the moment
Nice Guy: Sorry for my rude expressions, which may have offended you, I was just instructed to read them from board up there * Points to the screen *
Suddenly the words ëI know what you did last Halloween on Friday the 13thí appear on the board, the sound of silence can be heard throughout but in the distance there is the muffled scream of displeasure as the lights turn back on the crew and audience discover Alistair appears to be missing and a blood trail is leading up into the backstage.
To be continuedÖÖ.
Damn I am bad at not only writing but also trying to do good posts, shame on me.
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Seifer wrote:
Anyway, funny never the
> less, and a good post, especially at this time of the morning! When this episode
> of This is your life be screened, I wouldn't miss this one for the world! Hell,
> I'd pay to see this one!
Well tickets will be availible as of tomorrow all you need to do is leave your parents bank details with me and I'll take care of the rest..............
Anyway, funny never the
> less, and a good post, especially at this time of the morning! When this episode
> of This is your life be screened, I wouldn't miss this one for the world! Hell,
> I'd pay to see this one!
Well tickets will be availible as of tomorrow all you need to do is leave your parents bank details with me and I'll take care of the rest..............
First of you where going to be Special Reserves walking advert, now you think you're the next Michael Aspel.... make up your mind!
Anyway, funny never the less, and a good post, especially at this time of the morning! When this episode of This is your life be screened, I wouldn't miss this one for the world! Hell, I'd pay to see this one!
:D
Anyway, funny never the less, and a good post, especially at this time of the morning! When this episode of This is your life be screened, I wouldn't miss this one for the world! Hell, I'd pay to see this one!
:D
Turbonutter wrote:
> I'm sure this is very funny.
But? I gather it's too long and you just can't be bothered to read it at this late time of night? Well to be honest I can't blaim you and in fact if you did read it all then not on would I be surprised but I'd also think your crazy.
: - )
> I'm sure this is very funny.
But? I gather it's too long and you just can't be bothered to read it at this late time of night? Well to be honest I can't blaim you and in fact if you did read it all then not on would I be surprised but I'd also think your crazy.
: - )
I'm sure this is very funny.
On a late Saturday night in early spring in 2001, at a celebration party in a dining-room of a large suburban house, belonging to a wealthy company owner of a large enterprise, there is a sudden knock on the large engraved wooden front door that sent a sudden chill throughout the guests at number 47 Richmond Road. Everyone looked at each other but there looks were mainly aimed at Tony Rainbird, he knew what they were thinking as he approached the door and reached for the handle.
SURPRISE!!!!!!!! TONY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nice Guy: ëThis is your Lifeí
*Tony looks on shock as he scans the room for possible suspects to have set this up he sees Ali making a run for it*
Back in the studio Tony enters wearing an expensive slick black tuxedo with specially fitted shoes and which his hair gelled making him look relaxed and laid-back. The crowd instantly show a sign of appreciation as he enters through the famous doors and the record attendance crowd of screaming fans begin to throw expensive roses, t-shirts with pictures of him printed on them and some of their underwear. His voice is chanted throughout the crowd, which is mainly populated with females and continues until he begs them to be quiet, there is a short moment of screams but then everything slows down and slowly it begins to close in on silence.
ëHello and welcome to this is your life, in this special edition of todayís show we are going to learn about the life of Sir Tony Rainbird, loving father, caring husband and proud owner of now one of the largest computer games retailer in the entire country. From the days when he was just a worker from behind the desk he already had his heart set on making something special and unforgettable about Special Reserve, now in now longer then a few years down the line he has achieved his dream.í
It is with my greatest honour that Sir Tony Rainbird; Managing Director of Special Reserve could join us today.
Nice Guy: Hello Tony and welcome to the show, I gather you know the way it works?
Tony: Well I must admit to not have watching this show in such a long time, I mean, I do have a business to run after all, * Followed by a fake laugh *
Nice Guy: Well, that doesnít really matter right now; all weíre interested in is your achievement in life
Tony: To be honest there isnít a lot that I can really say; I was brought up in an achieving family and then destined to succeed in life
Nice Guy: So in plain English what your saying is that you were pushed into succeeding, it was in the blood?
Tony: Well now I didnít say
*Is promptly interrupted*
Nice Guy: Please enter Tonyís Primary School Teacher
Nice Guy: Now welcome to the show Mr Garison I gather you know the way it works?
*Mr Garison enters totally stoned and the audience is well aware*
Mr Garison: Well yeah, chucks Iíve watched this show from time to time whilst buying some illegal substances on the net
Nice Guy: Well letís talk about whatís important tonight and of course that is our guest and the ever more successful manager of Special Reserve Tony Rainbird, so Mr Garison please tell us what this bloke was like at school
Mr Garison: Well the little sod used to run around the classroom with his trousers on his head writing rude words on the board, hehe, God I love Majuarna.
Nice Guy: Please for the love of God get a hold of yourself; if youíve got nothing constructive to say then donít say it.
Mr Garison: For the sake of your health Iíll pretend I didnít hear that
Nice Guy: Why you threatening me now? You want to make something of this?
Mr Garison stand up and starts pushing Nice Guy, but he ainít taking none of it, grabbing his mic he proceeds to bass Mr Garison around the head until a flow of blood is leaving his skull, Mr Garison grabs his lighter and sets Nice Guy alight sending him running around like a headless chicken leaving the bouncers to grab the extinguishers *
Tony: I hate to interrupt all of this nonsense but I donít remember having him as my Primary School teacher, in fact Iíve never seen this man before in my life, in fact.
Nice Guy: Then who is he?
Mr Garison: Itís me, * As quick as a flash Mr Garison pulls off a mark recovering his real identity *
Nice Guy and Tony: Bill Gates?
Bill: Yes, it is I
Tony: But what are you doing here, I thought I told you; you canít have my company even if you do have a monopoly in the computer industry business
Nice Guy: Bill, look this just isnít the time, Iím sorry but this is a special occasion couldnít you come back at a better time?
Bill: Time!? Time!? I have a multi multi billion dollar company to run and exploit other small businessí do you really think I can wait on this? Name your sum and it will be yours, all I want is the respect of the SR members in return.
Tony: I donít think you understand Bill, you canít BUY friendship, and money isnít the only thing in life that matters and you donít seem to understand that.
Bill: Come on Tony, letís at least go out and give you some time to think about it, thereís that new McClarene outside waiting for you whilst you make up your mind, fully loaded with your years income
Tony: Get lost Bill, you canít make me do anything I donít wanna be your friend, you ainít having my company now get lost or this will turn into something unpleasant
Bill: You want to have a piece of the richest man on earth? Do you know the abilities and political connections I have?
Tony: Your political connections are nothing compared to the power of the people on SR, if I asked any one of them to resist the power of Microsoft then theyíd be more then willing.
* With this immense occurrence of verbal abuse Bill gets up picking his chair and proceeding to beat Tony over the head with it, as the bouncers come closer to split the pair up an unexpected guest enters *
Announcer: Letís Get Ready To Rumble
Nice Guy: I donít believe this, itís Mr. Snuggly
Ali: Your God Damn Right
*Within a matter of seconds of appearing, Bill feels the smooth surface of a Macintosh computer being smashed against his skull, down and out on the floor, Tony grabs his hair and pulls him off stage whispering some words in his ear inaudible to the audience then walks back to his seat*
Nice Guy: Phewwww, now thatís all over would you two mind if I carried on with the show?
Ali and Tony: No no, carry on
Nice Guy: So as I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted, well actually were was I, letís start all over, just entered is Mr. Snuggly AKA Alistair Grey, lifetime friend and apprentice in Special Reserve, welcome to the show. Now Ali tell us about these ëdrinkingí problems of yours
Ali: Problems? Do you even know what youíre talking about? Iíve got a good minds to take this show to court along with yourself, where do you get your information from because whoever gets it deservers to be sacked.
Tony: Come on mate, itís my special night letís hold back grudges at the moment
Nice Guy: Sorry for my rude expressions, which may have offended you, I was just instructed to read them from board up there * Points to the screen *
Suddenly the words ëI know what you did last Halloween on Friday the 13thí appear on the board, the sound of silence can be heard throughout but in the distance there is the muffled scream of displeasure as the lights turn back on the crew and audience discover Alistair appears to be missing and a blood trail is leading up into the backstage.
To be continuedÖÖ.
Damn I am bad at not only writing but also trying to do good posts, shame on me.
SURPRISE!!!!!!!! TONY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nice Guy: ëThis is your Lifeí
*Tony looks on shock as he scans the room for possible suspects to have set this up he sees Ali making a run for it*
Back in the studio Tony enters wearing an expensive slick black tuxedo with specially fitted shoes and which his hair gelled making him look relaxed and laid-back. The crowd instantly show a sign of appreciation as he enters through the famous doors and the record attendance crowd of screaming fans begin to throw expensive roses, t-shirts with pictures of him printed on them and some of their underwear. His voice is chanted throughout the crowd, which is mainly populated with females and continues until he begs them to be quiet, there is a short moment of screams but then everything slows down and slowly it begins to close in on silence.
ëHello and welcome to this is your life, in this special edition of todayís show we are going to learn about the life of Sir Tony Rainbird, loving father, caring husband and proud owner of now one of the largest computer games retailer in the entire country. From the days when he was just a worker from behind the desk he already had his heart set on making something special and unforgettable about Special Reserve, now in now longer then a few years down the line he has achieved his dream.í
It is with my greatest honour that Sir Tony Rainbird; Managing Director of Special Reserve could join us today.
Nice Guy: Hello Tony and welcome to the show, I gather you know the way it works?
Tony: Well I must admit to not have watching this show in such a long time, I mean, I do have a business to run after all, * Followed by a fake laugh *
Nice Guy: Well, that doesnít really matter right now; all weíre interested in is your achievement in life
Tony: To be honest there isnít a lot that I can really say; I was brought up in an achieving family and then destined to succeed in life
Nice Guy: So in plain English what your saying is that you were pushed into succeeding, it was in the blood?
Tony: Well now I didnít say
*Is promptly interrupted*
Nice Guy: Please enter Tonyís Primary School Teacher
Nice Guy: Now welcome to the show Mr Garison I gather you know the way it works?
*Mr Garison enters totally stoned and the audience is well aware*
Mr Garison: Well yeah, chucks Iíve watched this show from time to time whilst buying some illegal substances on the net
Nice Guy: Well letís talk about whatís important tonight and of course that is our guest and the ever more successful manager of Special Reserve Tony Rainbird, so Mr Garison please tell us what this bloke was like at school
Mr Garison: Well the little sod used to run around the classroom with his trousers on his head writing rude words on the board, hehe, God I love Majuarna.
Nice Guy: Please for the love of God get a hold of yourself; if youíve got nothing constructive to say then donít say it.
Mr Garison: For the sake of your health Iíll pretend I didnít hear that
Nice Guy: Why you threatening me now? You want to make something of this?
Mr Garison stand up and starts pushing Nice Guy, but he ainít taking none of it, grabbing his mic he proceeds to bass Mr Garison around the head until a flow of blood is leaving his skull, Mr Garison grabs his lighter and sets Nice Guy alight sending him running around like a headless chicken leaving the bouncers to grab the extinguishers *
Tony: I hate to interrupt all of this nonsense but I donít remember having him as my Primary School teacher, in fact Iíve never seen this man before in my life, in fact.
Nice Guy: Then who is he?
Mr Garison: Itís me, * As quick as a flash Mr Garison pulls off a mark recovering his real identity *
Nice Guy and Tony: Bill Gates?
Bill: Yes, it is I
Tony: But what are you doing here, I thought I told you; you canít have my company even if you do have a monopoly in the computer industry business
Nice Guy: Bill, look this just isnít the time, Iím sorry but this is a special occasion couldnít you come back at a better time?
Bill: Time!? Time!? I have a multi multi billion dollar company to run and exploit other small businessí do you really think I can wait on this? Name your sum and it will be yours, all I want is the respect of the SR members in return.
Tony: I donít think you understand Bill, you canít BUY friendship, and money isnít the only thing in life that matters and you donít seem to understand that.
Bill: Come on Tony, letís at least go out and give you some time to think about it, thereís that new McClarene outside waiting for you whilst you make up your mind, fully loaded with your years income
Tony: Get lost Bill, you canít make me do anything I donít wanna be your friend, you ainít having my company now get lost or this will turn into something unpleasant
Bill: You want to have a piece of the richest man on earth? Do you know the abilities and political connections I have?
Tony: Your political connections are nothing compared to the power of the people on SR, if I asked any one of them to resist the power of Microsoft then theyíd be more then willing.
* With this immense occurrence of verbal abuse Bill gets up picking his chair and proceeding to beat Tony over the head with it, as the bouncers come closer to split the pair up an unexpected guest enters *
Announcer: Letís Get Ready To Rumble
Nice Guy: I donít believe this, itís Mr. Snuggly
Ali: Your God Damn Right
*Within a matter of seconds of appearing, Bill feels the smooth surface of a Macintosh computer being smashed against his skull, down and out on the floor, Tony grabs his hair and pulls him off stage whispering some words in his ear inaudible to the audience then walks back to his seat*
Nice Guy: Phewwww, now thatís all over would you two mind if I carried on with the show?
Ali and Tony: No no, carry on
Nice Guy: So as I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted, well actually were was I, letís start all over, just entered is Mr. Snuggly AKA Alistair Grey, lifetime friend and apprentice in Special Reserve, welcome to the show. Now Ali tell us about these ëdrinkingí problems of yours
Ali: Problems? Do you even know what youíre talking about? Iíve got a good minds to take this show to court along with yourself, where do you get your information from because whoever gets it deservers to be sacked.
Tony: Come on mate, itís my special night letís hold back grudges at the moment
Nice Guy: Sorry for my rude expressions, which may have offended you, I was just instructed to read them from board up there * Points to the screen *
Suddenly the words ëI know what you did last Halloween on Friday the 13thí appear on the board, the sound of silence can be heard throughout but in the distance there is the muffled scream of displeasure as the lights turn back on the crew and audience discover Alistair appears to be missing and a blood trail is leading up into the backstage.
To be continuedÖÖ.
Damn I am bad at not only writing but also trying to do good posts, shame on me.
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