Post by Lord Hastings on Aug 18, 2010 20:07:04 GMT -5
Travis – ‘The Blessed One’ does not understand why he has to participate in this endevour.
Hastings: Because we’re getting lunch afterwards.
Peterson: Can we go to Applebee’s?
Hastings: No. I don’t like their salads.
Travis – And their burgers give ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment This Millennia’ gas.
The TWiSTed Contingent is walking through an aisle at Home Depot.
Hastings: Calypso said she met with the woman this morning and put in the custom order, I just have to sign off on it and we’re done.
Travis – ‘The TWiSTeD High Commander’ still does not understand why you don’t just come live with him in his new place.
Hastings: We don’t need to be cramping you. Besides, eD’s apartment is just fine, but I’ll be damned if I’m using that crummy shitter he’s got in there, plus Cal and I can’t both fit in that shower stall at the same time. We tried the other day, and then the floor had to be mopped.
Peterson: eD didn’t have to yell at me like that to do it.
Hastings: I don’t know why you bothered with the mop at all and didn’t just use eD. You’re always saying you could wipe the floor with him.
Peterson: I never said that!
Travis – ‘The Headliner’ will pass the message along.
Peterson: I didn’t-
Hastings: Point is, the whole bathroom needs to be blown out and redone.
They stop a few feet away from the Windows desk, seeing a customer already being helped.
Travis – Shall we have him chased off?
Owen visibly braces himself.
Hastings: Nah, I actually don’t mind waiting. We’ve got time.
Owen breathes a sigh of relief.
Travis – So how do you want to handle this?
Hastings: I don’t think it’s that complicated.
Travis – ‘The Blessed One’ was talking about Synergy.
Hastings: So was I. The Cooperative Championship has always been meant for Blessed Immortality. Winning it is a simple inevitability. The Rebels are little more than a distraction, but this time you don’t have to face the Saints on your own.
Travis – Well, it should be the real Savana now, so we should have an easier time of it. The focus can’t be taken away from returning the World Heavyweight Championship to it’s rightful place around the waist of ‘The TWiSTeD Lord.’
Hastings: Well, that too.
Donovan sniffs the air, makes a face, and looks at Owen.
Hastings: You shit your pants?
Peterson: No!
They both look at Travis.
Travis – ‘The Headliner’ has not been to Applebee’s.
Felix McAnus walks past. The man being helped walks away, leaving the older looking and somewhat portly female employee sitting alone at the desk.
Hastings: Excuse me. This is likely to require more patience than I’m accustomed to. I need to be in the zone.
Donovan walks over and stands behind the chair, and she does nothing. He waits a few moments.
Hastings: Hi.
She begins typing on her keyboard. It is accomplishing nothing, which we know because Donovan can see the screen.
Hastings: Can I talk to you, or are you busy?
A moment.
Woman: Go ahead.
Donovan takes a seat.
Hastings: My girlfriend was in here this morning and ordered some custom windows. She said I had to stop by, you could pull it up with her number and I could sign off and pay for them.
Woman: Are you having us install them?
Hastings: No, I have a Niglet for that.
Woman: Pardon?
Hastings: I have someone to install them.
Woman: They do a real good job when they install them, and if something happens they’ll replace them, just like that.
Hastings: No, thank you.
Woman: If they drop them during installation, they replace them.
Hastings: Well, they aren’t going to install them, so I’m not worried about them dropping them.
Woman: I had a customer a few weeks back, his cat scratched his windows.
Hastings: I hate cats.
Woman: So I think you should have us do it.
Owen appears ready to pounce, but Donovan subtly waves him off.
Hastings: I have someone to do it.
Woman: Who are you having do it?
Hastings: My contractor. Can you look it up please?
Woman: What is the phone number?
Hastings: 860…
She types in the numbers.
Hastings: 555…
She backspaces and puts in the 555.
Hastings: No, you need the 860.
Woman: What’s the number again?
Hastings: 860…555…
He waits, and she does it correctly.
Hastings: 2776.
Calypso’s personal information is shown on the screen, along with the address to eD’s apartment.
Incompetent Female Employee: Oh…oh. She didn’t give her name. It just says C.
Donovan drums his fingers on the table.
Hastings: Calypso.
She types it in. The next screen shows the status of the order, that “Windows” are queued and “Kit” is cancelled.
Incompetent Female Employee: Hm, it looks like she cancelled it.
Hastings: It doesn’t say that.
Incompetent Female Employee: Yes, says right here that she cancelled it.
Hastings: She didn’t.
Incompetent Female Employee: Probably because you couldn’t pay.
A large man, also employed by this heap of incompetence, walks by.
Incompetent Female Employee: Johnny? This guy says his girlfriend came in this morning and ordered windows, and he is here now to sign off on it.
Man: You don’t sign off! We won’t order them until you pay!
Hastings: That’s why I’m here.
The man walks away.
Thoroughly Useless Female Employee: Well, this is going to have to be reordered.
Hastings: Can’t you just click on it?
Thoroughly Useless Female Employee: What are the measurements for the windows?
Hastings: I don’t know.
Thoroughly Useless Female Employee: You don’t?
Hastings: No, that’s why she came this morning.
Thoroughly Useless Female Employee: Can you call her?
Hastings: I could if your store wasn’t the Bermuda triangle of cellular phone service.
The man starts to walk by again, directing a forklift.
Thoroughly Useless Female Employee: Can you help him?
Asshole: I’m busy!
Waman: I don’t think we can help you.
Donovan stares at her for several seconds, and snaps his fingers in the air. Owen springs into action!
Peterson: Ya mad stupid hoe, yo' beeotch ass need ta git her sheeit in gear an' git deez damned windows pulled up so our hungry peeps can jet eat ya' know what I'm sayin'?
Her mouth drops open. Donovan stands up and pats him on the back.
Hastings: Put it on your card.
Peterson: Mine? What’s wrong with yours?
Hastings: I cancelled them months ago. Yours is enough.
Donovan walks back to Travis, and they begin to walk down the aisle.
Hastings: We’ll be in the car.
Travis – That was horriffic.
Hastings: Let's not relive it.
Travis - After lunch, I have someplace I want to show you...
Hastings: Because we’re getting lunch afterwards.
Peterson: Can we go to Applebee’s?
Hastings: No. I don’t like their salads.
Travis – And their burgers give ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment This Millennia’ gas.
The TWiSTed Contingent is walking through an aisle at Home Depot.
Hastings: Calypso said she met with the woman this morning and put in the custom order, I just have to sign off on it and we’re done.
Travis – ‘The TWiSTeD High Commander’ still does not understand why you don’t just come live with him in his new place.
Hastings: We don’t need to be cramping you. Besides, eD’s apartment is just fine, but I’ll be damned if I’m using that crummy shitter he’s got in there, plus Cal and I can’t both fit in that shower stall at the same time. We tried the other day, and then the floor had to be mopped.
Peterson: eD didn’t have to yell at me like that to do it.
Hastings: I don’t know why you bothered with the mop at all and didn’t just use eD. You’re always saying you could wipe the floor with him.
Peterson: I never said that!
Travis – ‘The Headliner’ will pass the message along.
Peterson: I didn’t-
Hastings: Point is, the whole bathroom needs to be blown out and redone.
They stop a few feet away from the Windows desk, seeing a customer already being helped.
Travis – Shall we have him chased off?
Owen visibly braces himself.
Hastings: Nah, I actually don’t mind waiting. We’ve got time.
Owen breathes a sigh of relief.
Travis – So how do you want to handle this?
Hastings: I don’t think it’s that complicated.
Travis – ‘The Blessed One’ was talking about Synergy.
Hastings: So was I. The Cooperative Championship has always been meant for Blessed Immortality. Winning it is a simple inevitability. The Rebels are little more than a distraction, but this time you don’t have to face the Saints on your own.
Travis – Well, it should be the real Savana now, so we should have an easier time of it. The focus can’t be taken away from returning the World Heavyweight Championship to it’s rightful place around the waist of ‘The TWiSTeD Lord.’
Hastings: Well, that too.
Donovan sniffs the air, makes a face, and looks at Owen.
Hastings: You shit your pants?
Peterson: No!
They both look at Travis.
Travis – ‘The Headliner’ has not been to Applebee’s.
Felix McAnus walks past. The man being helped walks away, leaving the older looking and somewhat portly female employee sitting alone at the desk.
Hastings: Excuse me. This is likely to require more patience than I’m accustomed to. I need to be in the zone.
Donovan walks over and stands behind the chair, and she does nothing. He waits a few moments.
Hastings: Hi.
She begins typing on her keyboard. It is accomplishing nothing, which we know because Donovan can see the screen.
Hastings: Can I talk to you, or are you busy?
A moment.
Woman: Go ahead.
Donovan takes a seat.
Hastings: My girlfriend was in here this morning and ordered some custom windows. She said I had to stop by, you could pull it up with her number and I could sign off and pay for them.
Woman: Are you having us install them?
Hastings: No, I have a Niglet for that.
Woman: Pardon?
Hastings: I have someone to install them.
Woman: They do a real good job when they install them, and if something happens they’ll replace them, just like that.
Hastings: No, thank you.
Woman: If they drop them during installation, they replace them.
Hastings: Well, they aren’t going to install them, so I’m not worried about them dropping them.
Woman: I had a customer a few weeks back, his cat scratched his windows.
Hastings: I hate cats.
Woman: So I think you should have us do it.
Owen appears ready to pounce, but Donovan subtly waves him off.
Hastings: I have someone to do it.
Woman: Who are you having do it?
Hastings: My contractor. Can you look it up please?
Woman: What is the phone number?
Hastings: 860…
She types in the numbers.
Hastings: 555…
She backspaces and puts in the 555.
Hastings: No, you need the 860.
Woman: What’s the number again?
Hastings: 860…555…
He waits, and she does it correctly.
Hastings: 2776.
Calypso’s personal information is shown on the screen, along with the address to eD’s apartment.
Incompetent Female Employee: Oh…oh. She didn’t give her name. It just says C.
Donovan drums his fingers on the table.
Hastings: Calypso.
She types it in. The next screen shows the status of the order, that “Windows” are queued and “Kit” is cancelled.
Incompetent Female Employee: Hm, it looks like she cancelled it.
Hastings: It doesn’t say that.
Incompetent Female Employee: Yes, says right here that she cancelled it.
Hastings: She didn’t.
Incompetent Female Employee: Probably because you couldn’t pay.
A large man, also employed by this heap of incompetence, walks by.
Incompetent Female Employee: Johnny? This guy says his girlfriend came in this morning and ordered windows, and he is here now to sign off on it.
Man: You don’t sign off! We won’t order them until you pay!
Hastings: That’s why I’m here.
The man walks away.
Thoroughly Useless Female Employee: Well, this is going to have to be reordered.
Hastings: Can’t you just click on it?
Thoroughly Useless Female Employee: What are the measurements for the windows?
Hastings: I don’t know.
Thoroughly Useless Female Employee: You don’t?
Hastings: No, that’s why she came this morning.
Thoroughly Useless Female Employee: Can you call her?
Hastings: I could if your store wasn’t the Bermuda triangle of cellular phone service.
The man starts to walk by again, directing a forklift.
Thoroughly Useless Female Employee: Can you help him?
Asshole: I’m busy!
Waman: I don’t think we can help you.
Donovan stares at her for several seconds, and snaps his fingers in the air. Owen springs into action!
Peterson: Ya mad stupid hoe, yo' beeotch ass need ta git her sheeit in gear an' git deez damned windows pulled up so our hungry peeps can jet eat ya' know what I'm sayin'?
Her mouth drops open. Donovan stands up and pats him on the back.
Hastings: Put it on your card.
Peterson: Mine? What’s wrong with yours?
Hastings: I cancelled them months ago. Yours is enough.
Donovan walks back to Travis, and they begin to walk down the aisle.
Hastings: We’ll be in the car.
Travis – That was horriffic.
Hastings: Let's not relive it.
Travis - After lunch, I have someplace I want to show you...
