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Luigi paced up and down the draughty warehouse. He turned around with an evil smile as he looked at the three Japanese businessmen tied tightly to chairs in the centre of the building.
“Ah, so you see,” he said in his strong Latin American accent, “My a-brother has-a been getting all-a the limelight, no? I want-a this stopped.”
One of the businessmen gulped, “B..b…but Luigi, you know we signed your brother up to the exclusive deals, he runs the show now.”
Luigi’s face changed and something in his eyes made the men shrink back. His voice changed and lost the fake accent, replaced by a gruff American voice with only a hint of Italian. “You think I don’t know that? I’ve spent years behind my worthless brother, supporting his butt when he falls and getting you guys to do his dirty work. Well, it all ends here people.”
“But what can we do, Luigi, sir?”
“I’m going to make you an offer you can’t refuse.” Replied Luigi. “I want my own game.”
Luigi produced a gun from his pocket and waved it at the frightened men. They recoiled in horror as he practiced his aim.
"Now gentlemen, what can you do for me that would make me spare your miserable lives? Are you going to co-operate?"
“s..s..sure thing, Luigi, sir. I know just the thing for you. We can get you a puzzle game, there’s a remake of Tetris out soo….arghhhhh”
The foolish man’s words were cut off as Luigi shot his arm and bone splintered from the wound. Luigi growled at them as he got a little closer.
“I don’t want your stinkin’ bargain basement puzzle games, or your edutainment rejects. I want a quality title.”
“I…I’m sure we can do something near Christmas, Luigi.” Said the middle businessman watching the guy next to him bleeding all over the floor.
Luigi turned and waved the gun at him as he growled. “Christmas? CHRISTMAS? Ha! I want a launch title, and I want it to be triple A. I want it to be scary, and I want ME to be the star. Got it?”
The wounded man fainted and the other two gulped as they saw the large red puddle on the floor. They realised their choice was already made for them.
“Ok…ok, we’ll get you a title. There’s a new Ghostbusters game we’ve been working on for launch, it's all high profile stuff but I suppose it can be remade.”
“Good...good... Now sign the forms and remember, none of this happened.” He waved to the goons behind the chairs, who produced the necessary paperwork. “Oh, and get that man to a hospital, he’s ruining my floor.”
The men signed the paperwork with shaking hands and we led away to a dirty back street where an unmarked car waited for them. As they left the car and walked quickly back to their office, one of them turned to the other.
"Good job we didn't tell him about Mario Sunshine, wasn't it?"
“Ah, so you see,” he said in his strong Latin American accent, “My a-brother has-a been getting all-a the limelight, no? I want-a this stopped.”
One of the businessmen gulped, “B..b…but Luigi, you know we signed your brother up to the exclusive deals, he runs the show now.”
Luigi’s face changed and something in his eyes made the men shrink back. His voice changed and lost the fake accent, replaced by a gruff American voice with only a hint of Italian. “You think I don’t know that? I’ve spent years behind my worthless brother, supporting his butt when he falls and getting you guys to do his dirty work. Well, it all ends here people.”
“But what can we do, Luigi, sir?”
“I’m going to make you an offer you can’t refuse.” Replied Luigi. “I want my own game.”
Luigi produced a gun from his pocket and waved it at the frightened men. They recoiled in horror as he practiced his aim.
"Now gentlemen, what can you do for me that would make me spare your miserable lives? Are you going to co-operate?"
“s..s..sure thing, Luigi, sir. I know just the thing for you. We can get you a puzzle game, there’s a remake of Tetris out soo….arghhhhh”
The foolish man’s words were cut off as Luigi shot his arm and bone splintered from the wound. Luigi growled at them as he got a little closer.
“I don’t want your stinkin’ bargain basement puzzle games, or your edutainment rejects. I want a quality title.”
“I…I’m sure we can do something near Christmas, Luigi.” Said the middle businessman watching the guy next to him bleeding all over the floor.
Luigi turned and waved the gun at him as he growled. “Christmas? CHRISTMAS? Ha! I want a launch title, and I want it to be triple A. I want it to be scary, and I want ME to be the star. Got it?”
The wounded man fainted and the other two gulped as they saw the large red puddle on the floor. They realised their choice was already made for them.
“Ok…ok, we’ll get you a title. There’s a new Ghostbusters game we’ve been working on for launch, it's all high profile stuff but I suppose it can be remade.”
“Good...good... Now sign the forms and remember, none of this happened.” He waved to the goons behind the chairs, who produced the necessary paperwork. “Oh, and get that man to a hospital, he’s ruining my floor.”
The men signed the paperwork with shaking hands and we led away to a dirty back street where an unmarked car waited for them. As they left the car and walked quickly back to their office, one of them turned to the other.
"Good job we didn't tell him about Mario Sunshine, wasn't it?"
Lol :-D Good job they didn't, they offered Luigi a(nother) Tetris copy and Mario had Mario Sunshine being made? Luigi wouldn't stand for that :-)
Oh, and nice stuff pb.
Relf?
Luigi paced up and down the draughty warehouse. He turned around with an evil smile as he looked at the three Japanese businessmen tied tightly to chairs in the centre of the building.
“Ah, so you see,” he said in his strong Latin American accent, “My a-brother has-a been getting all-a the limelight, no? I want-a this stopped.”
One of the businessmen gulped, “B..b…but Luigi, you know we signed your brother up to the exclusive deals, he runs the show now.”
Luigi’s face changed and something in his eyes made the men shrink back. His voice changed and lost the fake accent, replaced by a gruff American voice with only a hint of Italian. “You think I don’t know that? I’ve spent years behind my worthless brother, supporting his butt when he falls and getting you guys to do his dirty work. Well, it all ends here people.”
“But what can we do, Luigi, sir?”
“I’m going to make you an offer you can’t refuse.” Replied Luigi. “I want my own game.”
Luigi produced a gun from his pocket and waved it at the frightened men. They recoiled in horror as he practiced his aim.
"Now gentlemen, what can you do for me that would make me spare your miserable lives? Are you going to co-operate?"
“s..s..sure thing, Luigi, sir. I know just the thing for you. We can get you a puzzle game, there’s a remake of Tetris out soo….arghhhhh”
The foolish man’s words were cut off as Luigi shot his arm and bone splintered from the wound. Luigi growled at them as he got a little closer.
“I don’t want your stinkin’ bargain basement puzzle games, or your edutainment rejects. I want a quality title.”
“I…I’m sure we can do something near Christmas, Luigi.” Said the middle businessman watching the guy next to him bleeding all over the floor.
Luigi turned and waved the gun at him as he growled. “Christmas? CHRISTMAS? Ha! I want a launch title, and I want it to be triple A. I want it to be scary, and I want ME to be the star. Got it?”
The wounded man fainted and the other two gulped as they saw the large red puddle on the floor. They realised their choice was already made for them.
“Ok…ok, we’ll get you a title. There’s a new Ghostbusters game we’ve been working on for launch, it's all high profile stuff but I suppose it can be remade.”
“Good...good... Now sign the forms and remember, none of this happened.” He waved to the goons behind the chairs, who produced the necessary paperwork. “Oh, and get that man to a hospital, he’s ruining my floor.”
The men signed the paperwork with shaking hands and we led away to a dirty back street where an unmarked car waited for them. As they left the car and walked quickly back to their office, one of them turned to the other.
"Good job we didn't tell him about Mario Sunshine, wasn't it?"
“Ah, so you see,” he said in his strong Latin American accent, “My a-brother has-a been getting all-a the limelight, no? I want-a this stopped.”
One of the businessmen gulped, “B..b…but Luigi, you know we signed your brother up to the exclusive deals, he runs the show now.”
Luigi’s face changed and something in his eyes made the men shrink back. His voice changed and lost the fake accent, replaced by a gruff American voice with only a hint of Italian. “You think I don’t know that? I’ve spent years behind my worthless brother, supporting his butt when he falls and getting you guys to do his dirty work. Well, it all ends here people.”
“But what can we do, Luigi, sir?”
“I’m going to make you an offer you can’t refuse.” Replied Luigi. “I want my own game.”
Luigi produced a gun from his pocket and waved it at the frightened men. They recoiled in horror as he practiced his aim.
"Now gentlemen, what can you do for me that would make me spare your miserable lives? Are you going to co-operate?"
“s..s..sure thing, Luigi, sir. I know just the thing for you. We can get you a puzzle game, there’s a remake of Tetris out soo….arghhhhh”
The foolish man’s words were cut off as Luigi shot his arm and bone splintered from the wound. Luigi growled at them as he got a little closer.
“I don’t want your stinkin’ bargain basement puzzle games, or your edutainment rejects. I want a quality title.”
“I…I’m sure we can do something near Christmas, Luigi.” Said the middle businessman watching the guy next to him bleeding all over the floor.
Luigi turned and waved the gun at him as he growled. “Christmas? CHRISTMAS? Ha! I want a launch title, and I want it to be triple A. I want it to be scary, and I want ME to be the star. Got it?”
The wounded man fainted and the other two gulped as they saw the large red puddle on the floor. They realised their choice was already made for them.
“Ok…ok, we’ll get you a title. There’s a new Ghostbusters game we’ve been working on for launch, it's all high profile stuff but I suppose it can be remade.”
“Good...good... Now sign the forms and remember, none of this happened.” He waved to the goons behind the chairs, who produced the necessary paperwork. “Oh, and get that man to a hospital, he’s ruining my floor.”
The men signed the paperwork with shaking hands and we led away to a dirty back street where an unmarked car waited for them. As they left the car and walked quickly back to their office, one of them turned to the other.
"Good job we didn't tell him about Mario Sunshine, wasn't it?"