Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 26, 2009 0:10:50 GMT -5
(Our scene opens up to the bright, vibrant, and hopeless world of an opponent caught in Chun-Li’s Lightning Kick before the in game graphics show E. Honda falling backwards in defeat. Before I eyes in the flash and blur of black as a wireless controller slams into the wall before falling in pieces. Each tiny bit finding their place among hundreds of over similarly discarded pieces of hardware.)
BoolZ; “GOD DAMNIT SON OF A BITCH!”
(We pull back, all the way back against the far wall, to take in the full scope of scene revealing an incredibly large great room almost completely barren. The hardwood floors stretch on for what seems a mile before finally leading us to the first of only two seats. Both steel folding chairs. Set just on the other side is the very wide screen of a flat screen plasma television set propped up against the base of a scarred wall. A folding table rests to the right of the screen supporting the PS3 as its eternal fans work over time.
BoolZ on his feet paces back and forth seemingly simultaneously chugging his Red Bull and inhaling his cigarette. Clayton, the troubled fourteen year old foster child of Ms. Toddlespoppin, sits hunched over in one of the chairs seemingly ready to collapse from exhaustion.)
BoolZ; “Come on, one more time!”
Clayton; “Dude, can I at least play as someone else? I hate Chun-Li!”
BoolZ; “How do you think I feel? And no. She plays as Chun-Li, so I have to practice against Chun-Li.”
Clayton; “Fine, bro whatever. But can you at least try someone else besides E. Honda? Why are you always E. Honda?”
BoolZ; “Because I really enjoy watching his fat ass get pummeled. Seriously though. He’s gotta be what like 500 pounds right? How the hell can that little bitch with the thunder thighs keep beat him?”
Clayton; “Because you suck, dude. I’ve never seen anyone so bad at this. You’re old, you probably grew up with Street Fighter Turbo. How can you be so bad at this?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, well I was trying to get laid as a kid. Not beating off to the pretty cartoons. Come on, one more.”
Clayton; “Dude, I gotta hook up another controller. Hold on.”
(Clayton takes the last controller from the factory case, begins to struggle with the packaging, and is startled by the thunderous chimes of the doorbell echo through the house.)
BoolZ; “Finish that, I’ll be right back.”
(We follow BoolZ as he heads away from the great room into the foyer and to the massive hardwood unlocked door. With one grand swing the monolithic piece of lumber swings up to reveal Mary-Joanna Roberts standing proudly on an awe inspiring rocking chair porch. BoolZ promptly slams the door, turns on his heels, and begins back to the great room.)
BoolZ; “Is it ready yet… WAKE UP!”
(Behind him, as he kicks Claytons foot jarring him back to life, we can see the door creep open. The ‘click clack’ of a pair of expensive six inch heels strapped to MJ’s perfect feet annoys and grinds our nerves as she proceeds into the great room just in time for round one to begin and E. Honda to eat a fireball.)
MJ; “Tradition Randal.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, most traditions are outdated and should be allowed to die the merciful death we all should be so lucky to find. What do you want? Here for another ‘pep’ talk, or to tell me where this weeks public appearance is, or oh maybe it’s to poison my mindset before facing your husband?”
MJ; “No, none of those. Mary-Jo firmly believes you’re more than capable of learning from your past mistakes, and will be able to finally take the title from Travis this week.”
{{We’re back on the beaches of Puerto Vallarta mere days away from Break for the Border. Mary-Joanna is seen speaking with eD cASe alone.
MJ - … Randal easily enough needs to believe that Mary-Joanna expects him to fail again. He’ll fight harder and succeed now just to spite the TWiSTeD Princess. This Power Struggle could not have worked out better for the TWiSTeD Puppeteer…}}
(Back in the great room, E. Honda is back on the floor, and BoolZ is back to kicking Clayton’s sneakered shoe in an attempt to awaken the young child.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, then it’s a public appearance? Anything for an edge, huh?”
MJ; “As a matter of fact it seems, as most tend to do, the rest of the roster is beginning to follow suit and making their own appearances. The Internet might not be the best way to gain exposure to anyone not already looking for you, but the Dragon is doing an online chat with Reeves. Moss has already held his press conference this week, JK and the gang are booked on the Tonight Show, and with Brandon Brown back in the fold you knew the celebrities would again begin making GIW appearances. Mary-Jo thinks maybe you deserve the week off.”
(Here words are greeted by the blank stare of a man you can’t understand how a sumo wrestler is supposed to lose to a girl… again.)
BoolZ; “FUCK!”
MJ; “You should try to block less.”
BoolZ; “Whatever. So it’s not a pep talk or public booking, that only leaves ‘poison my mindset’. Or are you going to argue against that, and make me ask why you’re here?”
MJ; “Poisoning the terminally ill is just liability that the TWiSTeD Empress doesn’t wish to take on at this moment.”
BoolZ; “Then what? Did you swing by to see if I caught on, yet? See how bad you’ve slipped up?”
MJ; “Caught on?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, I mean seriously MJ. I gave Declan a bunch of shit cause I knew he was a conniving piece of politician shit, but at least he had a plan to punish the people who made him look bad. That bird we got fired had me suspended for tormenting, as it turned out, his top gun. But you. You, now, you left Donovan Hastings off the Toxic Intent card, so he tries to end the career of one of the guys who stood up to fight for you, so you put the Goblin King on the card?”
(Round two begins with a jumping sweep from Chun-Li to a stationary E. Honda.)
MJ; “Yes against Moss Edwards. If you had spent your time following the GIW rather than the loose women who follow the GIW then you’d recall what he did to Chassie Fear, and recognize Donovan Hastings is being punished.”
BoolZ; “Oh, yeah, no question he’s in for a fight. Finally, like I said I was going to do last wee, finally someone is going to be the first to stand up and point out the ridiculous notion that Hastings is anything but a delusional half of a man. But the real question becomes what did you promise Edwards for him to make your husbands…”
MJ; “Estranged husbands.”
BoolZ; “… Your husbands match that much easier at Toxic Intent. I mean ask Kiseragi he’s a lot harder defending against two people let alone three people than any one person. Suddenly Hastings is able to effectively remove two thirds of your husbands…”
MJ; “Soon to be ex-husband.”
BoolZ; “… So the rumor has had it for the better part of a year now. Regardless suddenly Hastings is able to effectively remove two thirds of your husband’s challengers for the title. A title you had initially came to me to ensure he didn’t get. Now it seems you’re reconciled. Where is he staying now that you’ve moved into his mansion by the way?”
MJ; “MJ could not possibly know.”
BoolZ; “No, I guess she couldn’t. Just like MJ should have, but can’t, know that it’s not going to work. Me and Travis one more time is more than enough to crown a new Unified champion. I don’t need to soften him up, I don’t need to beat him up, I don’t need the help of two other people, I just need one more chance to outshine that boring shut in hippy to finish the job I started at Horizons. I got in his head MJ. I’ve gotten in his head and showed him that people cheer me. They cheer the Unified Global Title. They don’t care about a scheming champion who can’t keep hold of his belts one of which being from a long dead federation unless I allow it. They don’t respect a man who builds his reign off of disfiguring girls, besting special ed cases, and getting the easy way handed to him.
I beat him at last years Toxic Intent when he was Global Dominations hired gun in a match he says didn’t matter. I pummeled him at Horizons and he had to pin Kiseragi to win. I pinned him at the first Sentinel of the year. I battered him at Infinity, and you made a fast count for his victory. And now, a full year after we started this little feud, seemingly a lifetime long hatred, I’m going to show, prove, that you messed up. I’m going to remove all doubt that if you wanted to guide him down an easy road of cheapened victories then you should have left Moss in the match and fed me Hastings. He’s not going to have any excuses. He can’t say this match doesn’t matter. He can’t rely on the woman he married to make the count. But he had better bring that TWiSTeD Fight Club title I gave back to him after he lost it to AKis, and he had better get used to the fact that his time has elapsed, his star has been eclipsed, and the Headliner had better get used to playing second fiddle as he tries to stay relevant and important without that shiny little belt.
Now, why are you… GOD DAMNED MOTHER FUCKER CUNT ASS DICK LICKER SUMO FAT ASS BITCH! I was distracted! Clayton you saw it. You saw it man, she cost me this match!”
(The match is over with E. Honda crumpled on the floor and Chun-Li mockingly hopping up and down with the tormenting little ‘oh did I do that’ expression on her pixilated face. His attention now fully back on the screen BoolZ doesn’t notice MJ quietly walking back to the door without a single ‘click’ or ‘clack’ from her heels.)
Clayton; “Dude, you just suck at this. Maybe you should try Wii bowling or something. Give it up.”
BoolZ; “Horseshit! One more!”
(MJ turns at the door to look back into the great room, her eyes filled with frostbite and hate.)
MJ; “Randal, the TWiSTeD Puppeteer simply stopped by to inform you that with the break beginning next week she doesn’t want the GIW brand name to lose any of the ground we’ve gained over the last month. That is why next week MTV will be filming an episode of Cribs here. Toddles.”
(BoolZ and Clayton both look up to MJ as she leaves the house slamming the door behind her. Clayton then looks to BoolZ who is quietly surveying the vast openness of his unfurnished house.
A flood of still framed images begin to flash in our view. First a kitchen without a refrigerator, stove, or dishwasher just a microwave, cooler, and four cases of Red Bull on the counter. Then a laundry room completely empty save the twelve file boxes labeled February 09 – June 09. Next is a master bedroom with a single duffle bag in the corner, and a single pair of white cotton panties framed on the wall. A flash of smaller secondary bedroom until coming upon one with a sleeping bag laid out, a desk lamp on the floor, a small television in the corner, and the walls covered in RBI posters. We catch a glimpse of a backward immaculately kept with a small Japanese Mandarin Orange tree flourishing to the right of a cherry wood gazebo. The final image is back to Randy Boolzian surveying his emptiness as Clayton looks on.)
Randy; “Oh way to go MJ. Put how a self hating semi-recluse doesn’t live in his house on public display. Poisonous motives for sure.”
(Randy begins digging in his pocket as he sets his controller peacefully down on the steel folding chair before producing a cell phone.)
Clayton; “Well if you weren’t going to live here, why buy the house?”
Randy; “I needed a place to grow my oranges… Hey, yeah nothing. Where are you?... No, no, I know place. Can I pick you up? … Aw, I gotta go furniture shopping, need a feminine point of view you know, and KisKis is probably in ‘Frisco by now… Well that, and figured if you like the bed enough… Yeah, great I’ll see you in twenty minutes.”
(The scene fades out as BoolZ begins towards the front door. We fade back into a shot of an elegant sushi restaurant where Moss Edwards and Grace Harding are being shown to their usual table. Grace puts her phone away as blushed complexion slowly returns to normal. A sight Moss instantly picks up on.)
Moss; “Was that Leo?”
Grace; “Randy.”
Moss; “Well has Leo called?”
Grace; “No.”
(We fade out again before fading back in to the same scene. This time however Moss is enjoying the firm goodness of sashimi tuna with just enough soy sauce mixed with wasabi. Grace has finished her meal in near record time, but in the nick of time none the less. In the background of the shot we see Randy approaching the table while being flanked on both sides by two extremely tall athletically built ‘women’. At the table, Randy taps Grace on the shoulder getting her attention.)
Randy; “You ready?”
Grace; “Yeah, lets go.”
Moss; “Go? Where are we going?”
Grace; “You have a lunch in ten minutes with Josh Hartnett, sir.”
(Grace stands then takes a step back from the shorter of the two six foot plus women. Shock on her face.)
Randy; “Hear that girls. Ten minutes, better make it good. This is that big time director I was telling you about. (To Grace.) Shall we?”
(Randy Boolzian and Grace Harding take their leave of the table leaving Moss to try to fill his empty stomach while the ‘girls’ look on.)
Tallest ‘Girl’; “Oh.. MY.. God, I’m such a big fffaaaannnnn!”
Shorter ‘Girl’; “Oh yeah! Hey, what’s Chris Austin like in person?”
Tallest ‘Girl’; “Yeah, when you’re on set do you have to keep non porn star hoochies from trying to sneak on and drain your star?”
Shorter ‘Girl’; “OOHHH, CASTING COUCH!”
(We fade out as Moss drops his head in his hands after being accused of being a porn director, and then propositioned. We fade in to Randy opening the passenger side door of the ‘U-Suk’ mobile for Grace.)
Grace; “Uhm, not that it’s my business, but did you, aw, and them, aw…”
(A shocked look then smile wash over Randy’s face.)
Randy; “What? Me and them? Oh no. No. No. No. NO! Oh, no. No, aw, they’re dudes.”
(Concern, worry, humor, then back to concerned worry, before finally resting on a look of appreciation stumble across Grace’s innocent face as the scene ends.)
BoolZ; “GOD DAMNIT SON OF A BITCH!”
(We pull back, all the way back against the far wall, to take in the full scope of scene revealing an incredibly large great room almost completely barren. The hardwood floors stretch on for what seems a mile before finally leading us to the first of only two seats. Both steel folding chairs. Set just on the other side is the very wide screen of a flat screen plasma television set propped up against the base of a scarred wall. A folding table rests to the right of the screen supporting the PS3 as its eternal fans work over time.
BoolZ on his feet paces back and forth seemingly simultaneously chugging his Red Bull and inhaling his cigarette. Clayton, the troubled fourteen year old foster child of Ms. Toddlespoppin, sits hunched over in one of the chairs seemingly ready to collapse from exhaustion.)
BoolZ; “Come on, one more time!”
Clayton; “Dude, can I at least play as someone else? I hate Chun-Li!”
BoolZ; “How do you think I feel? And no. She plays as Chun-Li, so I have to practice against Chun-Li.”
Clayton; “Fine, bro whatever. But can you at least try someone else besides E. Honda? Why are you always E. Honda?”
BoolZ; “Because I really enjoy watching his fat ass get pummeled. Seriously though. He’s gotta be what like 500 pounds right? How the hell can that little bitch with the thunder thighs keep beat him?”
Clayton; “Because you suck, dude. I’ve never seen anyone so bad at this. You’re old, you probably grew up with Street Fighter Turbo. How can you be so bad at this?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, well I was trying to get laid as a kid. Not beating off to the pretty cartoons. Come on, one more.”
Clayton; “Dude, I gotta hook up another controller. Hold on.”
(Clayton takes the last controller from the factory case, begins to struggle with the packaging, and is startled by the thunderous chimes of the doorbell echo through the house.)
BoolZ; “Finish that, I’ll be right back.”
(We follow BoolZ as he heads away from the great room into the foyer and to the massive hardwood unlocked door. With one grand swing the monolithic piece of lumber swings up to reveal Mary-Joanna Roberts standing proudly on an awe inspiring rocking chair porch. BoolZ promptly slams the door, turns on his heels, and begins back to the great room.)
BoolZ; “Is it ready yet… WAKE UP!”
(Behind him, as he kicks Claytons foot jarring him back to life, we can see the door creep open. The ‘click clack’ of a pair of expensive six inch heels strapped to MJ’s perfect feet annoys and grinds our nerves as she proceeds into the great room just in time for round one to begin and E. Honda to eat a fireball.)
MJ; “Tradition Randal.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, most traditions are outdated and should be allowed to die the merciful death we all should be so lucky to find. What do you want? Here for another ‘pep’ talk, or to tell me where this weeks public appearance is, or oh maybe it’s to poison my mindset before facing your husband?”
MJ; “No, none of those. Mary-Jo firmly believes you’re more than capable of learning from your past mistakes, and will be able to finally take the title from Travis this week.”
{{We’re back on the beaches of Puerto Vallarta mere days away from Break for the Border. Mary-Joanna is seen speaking with eD cASe alone.
MJ - … Randal easily enough needs to believe that Mary-Joanna expects him to fail again. He’ll fight harder and succeed now just to spite the TWiSTeD Princess. This Power Struggle could not have worked out better for the TWiSTeD Puppeteer…}}
(Back in the great room, E. Honda is back on the floor, and BoolZ is back to kicking Clayton’s sneakered shoe in an attempt to awaken the young child.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, then it’s a public appearance? Anything for an edge, huh?”
MJ; “As a matter of fact it seems, as most tend to do, the rest of the roster is beginning to follow suit and making their own appearances. The Internet might not be the best way to gain exposure to anyone not already looking for you, but the Dragon is doing an online chat with Reeves. Moss has already held his press conference this week, JK and the gang are booked on the Tonight Show, and with Brandon Brown back in the fold you knew the celebrities would again begin making GIW appearances. Mary-Jo thinks maybe you deserve the week off.”
(Here words are greeted by the blank stare of a man you can’t understand how a sumo wrestler is supposed to lose to a girl… again.)
BoolZ; “FUCK!”
MJ; “You should try to block less.”
BoolZ; “Whatever. So it’s not a pep talk or public booking, that only leaves ‘poison my mindset’. Or are you going to argue against that, and make me ask why you’re here?”
MJ; “Poisoning the terminally ill is just liability that the TWiSTeD Empress doesn’t wish to take on at this moment.”
BoolZ; “Then what? Did you swing by to see if I caught on, yet? See how bad you’ve slipped up?”
MJ; “Caught on?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, I mean seriously MJ. I gave Declan a bunch of shit cause I knew he was a conniving piece of politician shit, but at least he had a plan to punish the people who made him look bad. That bird we got fired had me suspended for tormenting, as it turned out, his top gun. But you. You, now, you left Donovan Hastings off the Toxic Intent card, so he tries to end the career of one of the guys who stood up to fight for you, so you put the Goblin King on the card?”
(Round two begins with a jumping sweep from Chun-Li to a stationary E. Honda.)
MJ; “Yes against Moss Edwards. If you had spent your time following the GIW rather than the loose women who follow the GIW then you’d recall what he did to Chassie Fear, and recognize Donovan Hastings is being punished.”
BoolZ; “Oh, yeah, no question he’s in for a fight. Finally, like I said I was going to do last wee, finally someone is going to be the first to stand up and point out the ridiculous notion that Hastings is anything but a delusional half of a man. But the real question becomes what did you promise Edwards for him to make your husbands…”
MJ; “Estranged husbands.”
BoolZ; “… Your husbands match that much easier at Toxic Intent. I mean ask Kiseragi he’s a lot harder defending against two people let alone three people than any one person. Suddenly Hastings is able to effectively remove two thirds of your husbands…”
MJ; “Soon to be ex-husband.”
BoolZ; “… So the rumor has had it for the better part of a year now. Regardless suddenly Hastings is able to effectively remove two thirds of your husband’s challengers for the title. A title you had initially came to me to ensure he didn’t get. Now it seems you’re reconciled. Where is he staying now that you’ve moved into his mansion by the way?”
MJ; “MJ could not possibly know.”
BoolZ; “No, I guess she couldn’t. Just like MJ should have, but can’t, know that it’s not going to work. Me and Travis one more time is more than enough to crown a new Unified champion. I don’t need to soften him up, I don’t need to beat him up, I don’t need the help of two other people, I just need one more chance to outshine that boring shut in hippy to finish the job I started at Horizons. I got in his head MJ. I’ve gotten in his head and showed him that people cheer me. They cheer the Unified Global Title. They don’t care about a scheming champion who can’t keep hold of his belts one of which being from a long dead federation unless I allow it. They don’t respect a man who builds his reign off of disfiguring girls, besting special ed cases, and getting the easy way handed to him.
I beat him at last years Toxic Intent when he was Global Dominations hired gun in a match he says didn’t matter. I pummeled him at Horizons and he had to pin Kiseragi to win. I pinned him at the first Sentinel of the year. I battered him at Infinity, and you made a fast count for his victory. And now, a full year after we started this little feud, seemingly a lifetime long hatred, I’m going to show, prove, that you messed up. I’m going to remove all doubt that if you wanted to guide him down an easy road of cheapened victories then you should have left Moss in the match and fed me Hastings. He’s not going to have any excuses. He can’t say this match doesn’t matter. He can’t rely on the woman he married to make the count. But he had better bring that TWiSTeD Fight Club title I gave back to him after he lost it to AKis, and he had better get used to the fact that his time has elapsed, his star has been eclipsed, and the Headliner had better get used to playing second fiddle as he tries to stay relevant and important without that shiny little belt.
Now, why are you… GOD DAMNED MOTHER FUCKER CUNT ASS DICK LICKER SUMO FAT ASS BITCH! I was distracted! Clayton you saw it. You saw it man, she cost me this match!”
(The match is over with E. Honda crumpled on the floor and Chun-Li mockingly hopping up and down with the tormenting little ‘oh did I do that’ expression on her pixilated face. His attention now fully back on the screen BoolZ doesn’t notice MJ quietly walking back to the door without a single ‘click’ or ‘clack’ from her heels.)
Clayton; “Dude, you just suck at this. Maybe you should try Wii bowling or something. Give it up.”
BoolZ; “Horseshit! One more!”
(MJ turns at the door to look back into the great room, her eyes filled with frostbite and hate.)
MJ; “Randal, the TWiSTeD Puppeteer simply stopped by to inform you that with the break beginning next week she doesn’t want the GIW brand name to lose any of the ground we’ve gained over the last month. That is why next week MTV will be filming an episode of Cribs here. Toddles.”
(BoolZ and Clayton both look up to MJ as she leaves the house slamming the door behind her. Clayton then looks to BoolZ who is quietly surveying the vast openness of his unfurnished house.
A flood of still framed images begin to flash in our view. First a kitchen without a refrigerator, stove, or dishwasher just a microwave, cooler, and four cases of Red Bull on the counter. Then a laundry room completely empty save the twelve file boxes labeled February 09 – June 09. Next is a master bedroom with a single duffle bag in the corner, and a single pair of white cotton panties framed on the wall. A flash of smaller secondary bedroom until coming upon one with a sleeping bag laid out, a desk lamp on the floor, a small television in the corner, and the walls covered in RBI posters. We catch a glimpse of a backward immaculately kept with a small Japanese Mandarin Orange tree flourishing to the right of a cherry wood gazebo. The final image is back to Randy Boolzian surveying his emptiness as Clayton looks on.)
Randy; “Oh way to go MJ. Put how a self hating semi-recluse doesn’t live in his house on public display. Poisonous motives for sure.”
(Randy begins digging in his pocket as he sets his controller peacefully down on the steel folding chair before producing a cell phone.)
Clayton; “Well if you weren’t going to live here, why buy the house?”
Randy; “I needed a place to grow my oranges… Hey, yeah nothing. Where are you?... No, no, I know place. Can I pick you up? … Aw, I gotta go furniture shopping, need a feminine point of view you know, and KisKis is probably in ‘Frisco by now… Well that, and figured if you like the bed enough… Yeah, great I’ll see you in twenty minutes.”
(The scene fades out as BoolZ begins towards the front door. We fade back into a shot of an elegant sushi restaurant where Moss Edwards and Grace Harding are being shown to their usual table. Grace puts her phone away as blushed complexion slowly returns to normal. A sight Moss instantly picks up on.)
Moss; “Was that Leo?”
Grace; “Randy.”
Moss; “Well has Leo called?”
Grace; “No.”
(We fade out again before fading back in to the same scene. This time however Moss is enjoying the firm goodness of sashimi tuna with just enough soy sauce mixed with wasabi. Grace has finished her meal in near record time, but in the nick of time none the less. In the background of the shot we see Randy approaching the table while being flanked on both sides by two extremely tall athletically built ‘women’. At the table, Randy taps Grace on the shoulder getting her attention.)
Randy; “You ready?”
Grace; “Yeah, lets go.”
Moss; “Go? Where are we going?”
Grace; “You have a lunch in ten minutes with Josh Hartnett, sir.”
(Grace stands then takes a step back from the shorter of the two six foot plus women. Shock on her face.)
Randy; “Hear that girls. Ten minutes, better make it good. This is that big time director I was telling you about. (To Grace.) Shall we?”
(Randy Boolzian and Grace Harding take their leave of the table leaving Moss to try to fill his empty stomach while the ‘girls’ look on.)
Tallest ‘Girl’; “Oh.. MY.. God, I’m such a big fffaaaannnnn!”
Shorter ‘Girl’; “Oh yeah! Hey, what’s Chris Austin like in person?”
Tallest ‘Girl’; “Yeah, when you’re on set do you have to keep non porn star hoochies from trying to sneak on and drain your star?”
Shorter ‘Girl’; “OOHHH, CASTING COUCH!”
(We fade out as Moss drops his head in his hands after being accused of being a porn director, and then propositioned. We fade in to Randy opening the passenger side door of the ‘U-Suk’ mobile for Grace.)
Grace; “Uhm, not that it’s my business, but did you, aw, and them, aw…”
(A shocked look then smile wash over Randy’s face.)
Randy; “What? Me and them? Oh no. No. No. No. NO! Oh, no. No, aw, they’re dudes.”
(Concern, worry, humor, then back to concerned worry, before finally resting on a look of appreciation stumble across Grace’s innocent face as the scene ends.)
