President Dean Receives Contract Demands from Alice Knight
Jan 20, 2015 21:23:23 GMT -5
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Post by Marcus Welsh on Jan 20, 2015 21:23:23 GMT -5
~We cut to President Dean’s office as he and Smith are staring intently at something placed atop Dean’s freshly polished desk. Dean is leaning forward in his giant throne-like chair while Smith stands on the other side of the desk, hunched over. Using his index finger, Dean points a few things out~
President Dean: What the fuck is this, sucka? Did she write this shit in crayon?
Smith: Looks like renderings produced from colorful hardened wax, sir.
President Dean: And what is that, is that a house?
~We focus in on what appears to be a crudely drawn, crayon house. Much like you’d find inside a kindergarten class room~
Smith: Apparently, at least, that’s how I remember being taught to draw houses when I was, like, five.
President Dean: This is her list of demands, right?
Smith: Correct
President Dean: So, is she saying she wants a fucking house?
Smith: Maybe...but, what about the stick people standing in front of the house, or that weird broccoli looking tree to the side or...that...what is that?
President Dean: Is that a giant fucking slice of pizza just sitting in the middle of nowhere for no reason?
~We focus in on what apparently is a giant slice of pizza arbitrarily placed in the picture~
Smith: She must have got hungry while drawing.
President Dean: And what did she draw this on, by the way...it’s brown and it smells kind of funky
~Dean tilts the paper as some sand slides off. He instantly stares at Smith who stares back at Dean. Smith’s head jerks back as Dean pops to his feet~
President Dean: Is that what I fucking think it is?
Smith: Looks like the bottom of a litter box, sir
President Dean: Mother fucker...get the cleaning crew in here ASAP...I want this entire room thoroughly cleansed and go find Killface...tell him to hunt down Alice Knight and figure out what the fuck she wants.
Smith: You got it!
~We fade to black~
President Dean: What the fuck is this, sucka? Did she write this shit in crayon?
Smith: Looks like renderings produced from colorful hardened wax, sir.
President Dean: And what is that, is that a house?
~We focus in on what appears to be a crudely drawn, crayon house. Much like you’d find inside a kindergarten class room~
Smith: Apparently, at least, that’s how I remember being taught to draw houses when I was, like, five.
President Dean: This is her list of demands, right?
Smith: Correct
President Dean: So, is she saying she wants a fucking house?
Smith: Maybe...but, what about the stick people standing in front of the house, or that weird broccoli looking tree to the side or...that...what is that?
President Dean: Is that a giant fucking slice of pizza just sitting in the middle of nowhere for no reason?
~We focus in on what apparently is a giant slice of pizza arbitrarily placed in the picture~
Smith: She must have got hungry while drawing.
President Dean: And what did she draw this on, by the way...it’s brown and it smells kind of funky
~Dean tilts the paper as some sand slides off. He instantly stares at Smith who stares back at Dean. Smith’s head jerks back as Dean pops to his feet~
President Dean: Is that what I fucking think it is?
Smith: Looks like the bottom of a litter box, sir
President Dean: Mother fucker...get the cleaning crew in here ASAP...I want this entire room thoroughly cleansed and go find Killface...tell him to hunt down Alice Knight and figure out what the fuck she wants.
Smith: You got it!
~We fade to black~