Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 27, 2009 14:48:35 GMT -5
Owen Peterson is in his locker room, when suddenly two burly men barge in.
Peterson: Um, can I help you?
BM1: Just have some furniture to bring in.
Peterson: What?
They carry in a throne and set it down. Donovan walks in behind him.
Hastings: Let's set that over here.
Peterson: What....what are you...
Hastings: Thank you, gentlemen.
They leave. Donovan looks over the throne.
Peterson: Why...
Hastings: Owen, you're stammering. What am I doing? Isn't it obvious? The Lord-Chief Nigga needs a throne. I'm having a few of these installed in various places for myself.
Peterson: But you didn't win.
Hastings: SILENCE NIGLET.
Donovan glares at Peterson, and then sits on the throne.
Hastings: Ooh, nice and comfy. Now, you listen to me, niglet. What happened at Infinity was a gross miscarriage of justice, and I won't stand for it. I'm the TRUE Chief Nigga, and everybody knows that. You can't have a Chief Nigglette! That's preposterous and unheard of. I can't even wrap my head around it, and I'm sure all of my niglets would agree.
Peterson: Your niglets?
Hastings: You're giving me a headache.
Donovan tilts his head back and closes his eyes.
Peterson: This is surreal.
Jason Reeves walks in.
Peterson: Oh, now what do you want?
Reeves: Him, actually. Need an interview about his loss.
Donovan doesn't open his eyes.
Hastings: The Lord-Chief cannot be all things to all people, he must pace himself, and such things must wait for another day.
Reeves: What?
Hastings: Niglet, translate.
Peterson: I don't think he wants to talk to you right now.
Donovan sits up sharply in his chair and glares at Peterson.
Hastings: Niglet! Translate it proper.
Peterson stares at Donovan for a moment, and then sighs as he turns back to Reeves.
Peterson: Da Lord Chief, he ain't not jivin' ta ya right now and shit.
Hastings: That's better.
Reeves looks back and forth from Donovan to Peterson.
Reeves: Really?
Hastings: So it would seem.
Donovan relaxes again.
Reeves: I just would think he'd have something to say after he lost to Gabrielle, of all people.
Donovan leaps up from the throne.
Hastings: What about her?
Reeves: Well, she gave Calypso such a hard time and all.
Hastings: What the fuck do I care? Just because that bitch caused problems for Bitch-Whore, that effects me? I could give a crap what the Voodoo-Bitch did, who she fought with. But I will tell you, this slut is not the true Chief Nigga, that's me, and I will prove it. I'll be more of a Nigga than she could ever be!
Peterson: I don't think either of us could follow that.
Donovan rolls his eyes and sits back down on his throne.
Hastings: I tire.
Reeves glances at Peterson, who lowers his head.
Peterson: We have to go.
Reeves: What?
Peterson: He wants us to leave.
Reeves: But this is your locker room.
Peterson: I don't want to think about it. Let's just go.
Peterson and Reeves leave, as Donovan rests his head and closes his eyes.
Peterson: Um, can I help you?
BM1: Just have some furniture to bring in.
Peterson: What?
They carry in a throne and set it down. Donovan walks in behind him.
Hastings: Let's set that over here.
Peterson: What....what are you...
Hastings: Thank you, gentlemen.
They leave. Donovan looks over the throne.
Peterson: Why...
Hastings: Owen, you're stammering. What am I doing? Isn't it obvious? The Lord-Chief Nigga needs a throne. I'm having a few of these installed in various places for myself.
Peterson: But you didn't win.
Hastings: SILENCE NIGLET.
Donovan glares at Peterson, and then sits on the throne.
Hastings: Ooh, nice and comfy. Now, you listen to me, niglet. What happened at Infinity was a gross miscarriage of justice, and I won't stand for it. I'm the TRUE Chief Nigga, and everybody knows that. You can't have a Chief Nigglette! That's preposterous and unheard of. I can't even wrap my head around it, and I'm sure all of my niglets would agree.
Peterson: Your niglets?
Hastings: You're giving me a headache.
Donovan tilts his head back and closes his eyes.
Peterson: This is surreal.
Jason Reeves walks in.
Peterson: Oh, now what do you want?
Reeves: Him, actually. Need an interview about his loss.
Donovan doesn't open his eyes.
Hastings: The Lord-Chief cannot be all things to all people, he must pace himself, and such things must wait for another day.
Reeves: What?
Hastings: Niglet, translate.
Peterson: I don't think he wants to talk to you right now.
Donovan sits up sharply in his chair and glares at Peterson.
Hastings: Niglet! Translate it proper.
Peterson stares at Donovan for a moment, and then sighs as he turns back to Reeves.
Peterson: Da Lord Chief, he ain't not jivin' ta ya right now and shit.
Hastings: That's better.
Reeves looks back and forth from Donovan to Peterson.
Reeves: Really?
Hastings: So it would seem.
Donovan relaxes again.
Reeves: I just would think he'd have something to say after he lost to Gabrielle, of all people.
Donovan leaps up from the throne.
Hastings: What about her?
Reeves: Well, she gave Calypso such a hard time and all.
Hastings: What the fuck do I care? Just because that bitch caused problems for Bitch-Whore, that effects me? I could give a crap what the Voodoo-Bitch did, who she fought with. But I will tell you, this slut is not the true Chief Nigga, that's me, and I will prove it. I'll be more of a Nigga than she could ever be!
Peterson: I don't think either of us could follow that.
Donovan rolls his eyes and sits back down on his throne.
Hastings: I tire.
Reeves glances at Peterson, who lowers his head.
Peterson: We have to go.
Reeves: What?
Peterson: He wants us to leave.
Reeves: But this is your locker room.
Peterson: I don't want to think about it. Let's just go.
Peterson and Reeves leave, as Donovan rests his head and closes his eyes.
