Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 30, 2009 20:18:26 GMT -5
In the locker room deep within the recesses of the Tokyo Dome...
Hastings: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Donovan is running in circles, banging two pots together.
Pots: CLANG! CLANG!
Owen Peterson winces with each banging of the pot, which echoes through the arena.
Pots: CLANG!
Jason Reeves walks in.
Reeves: What's all the noise?
Pots: CLANG!
Peterson shrugs his shoulders.
Hastings: HOT DOG!
Pots: CLANG!
Reeves: What is he, shot out of a cannon?
Peterson: No, that was Cyanide. He's just trashed.
Pots: CLANG!
Peterson: Listen, I've got to go drop the kids off, can you watch him for a few minutes?
Reeves: You have to do what?
Pots: CLANG!
Peterson: Just make sure he doesn't leave until I get back.
Reeves: Not to leave the room, even if you come and get him.
Donovan collapses on the couch.
Hastings: Hic.
Peterson: No, no, until I come and get him.
Reeves: Until you come and get him, I'm not to enter the room.
Peterson: No, no. No. You stay in the room, and make sure he doesn't leave.
Reeves: And you'll come and get him.
Peterson: After I go drop the kids off, right.
Hastings: Hic.
Reeves: I don't need to do anything apart from stop him entering the room.
Peterson: No, no. Leaving the room.
Reeves: Leaving the room. Right.
Peterson: All right?
Reeves: Right.
Hastings: Hic.
Peterson: Right.
Reeves: But what if...um...um...
Peterson: What is it?
Reeves: Um...um...
Peterson: Look, it's quite simple. You stay here and make sure he doesn't leave the room. All right?
Hastings: Hic.
Peterson: Right.
Reeves: Can he leave the room with me?
Peterson: He-...no. No. You keep him here and-
Reeves: Oh, I'll keep him here, obviously. But if he had to leave and I was with him-
Peterson: No, no, no, no. Just keep him in here-
Reeves: Until you, or anyone else-
Peterson: Just me.
Reeves: Just you.
Peterson: Get back.
Reeves: Get back.
Peterson: Right.
Reeves: I'll stay here until you get back.
Peterson: And...make sure he doesn't leave.
Reeves: What?
Pots: CLANG!
Peterson: Make sure he doesn't leave the room.
Reeves: Who, the Lord-Chief?
Peterson: Yes. The smashed out of his mind Lord-Chief. Make sure he doesn't leave.
Reeves: Oh, of course. I thought you meant him.
Reeves points at the camera.
Reeves: Seemed a bit daft me having to watch him when he's watching us.
Hastings: Shut your noises, you!
He stumbles over and leans on Reeves.
Hastings: I'm Bobbin, are you my mother?
Pots: CLANG!
Reeves winces from the pots banging right next to his ear.
Hastings: I like it here in Tokyo. It's exciting.
Donovan begins running around the room, banging the pots together.
Hastings: TOE-KEY-OH! TOE-KEY-OH! TOE-KEY-OH!
Pots: CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Peterson: You realize we're going to Sydney next week.
Donovan stares at him.
Hastings: Why?
Peterson: We're based out of there now.
Donovan drops the pots.
Pots: CLUNK.
Hastings: Fucking bitches.
Reeves: Uh...we're sorry?
Peterson: His original cloak is back in the LA arena that we can't get to.
Hastings: And I can't keep wearing this new Jap cloak if we're not in JapLand.
Peterson: You could be a pirate.
Hastings: Fuck off.
Peterson: Sorry.
Hastings: This is serious, Niglets. The countdown is on, the big match between Blessed Immortality, it's going to be the biggest main event in GIW history. The whipping I gave Dredd is nothing compared to what the Immortal Lord of Pain has in store for Travis Roberts.
Reeves: Who you team with next week.
Hastings: Because we're tag partners. Blessed Immortality. Weren't you listening?
Peterson: I thought you were drunk.
Hastings: I got better.
Beat of silence.
Peterson: Right.
Hastings: C'mon, let's go catch another fucking plane. Hopefully this one has a better in-flight movie.
Peterson: I heard it's going to be Ishtar.
Hastings: Fucking hell!
Donovan storms out. Peterson and Reeves exchange a glance.
Reeves: You brought your kids with you?
Peterson rolls his eyes and walks out.
Hastings: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Donovan is running in circles, banging two pots together.
Pots: CLANG! CLANG!
Owen Peterson winces with each banging of the pot, which echoes through the arena.
Pots: CLANG!
Jason Reeves walks in.
Reeves: What's all the noise?
Pots: CLANG!
Peterson shrugs his shoulders.
Hastings: HOT DOG!
Pots: CLANG!
Reeves: What is he, shot out of a cannon?
Peterson: No, that was Cyanide. He's just trashed.
Pots: CLANG!
Peterson: Listen, I've got to go drop the kids off, can you watch him for a few minutes?
Reeves: You have to do what?
Pots: CLANG!
Peterson: Just make sure he doesn't leave until I get back.
Reeves: Not to leave the room, even if you come and get him.
Donovan collapses on the couch.
Hastings: Hic.
Peterson: No, no, until I come and get him.
Reeves: Until you come and get him, I'm not to enter the room.
Peterson: No, no. No. You stay in the room, and make sure he doesn't leave.
Reeves: And you'll come and get him.
Peterson: After I go drop the kids off, right.
Hastings: Hic.
Reeves: I don't need to do anything apart from stop him entering the room.
Peterson: No, no. Leaving the room.
Reeves: Leaving the room. Right.
Peterson: All right?
Reeves: Right.
Hastings: Hic.
Peterson: Right.
Reeves: But what if...um...um...
Peterson: What is it?
Reeves: Um...um...
Peterson: Look, it's quite simple. You stay here and make sure he doesn't leave the room. All right?
Hastings: Hic.
Peterson: Right.
Reeves: Can he leave the room with me?
Peterson: He-...no. No. You keep him here and-
Reeves: Oh, I'll keep him here, obviously. But if he had to leave and I was with him-
Peterson: No, no, no, no. Just keep him in here-
Reeves: Until you, or anyone else-
Peterson: Just me.
Reeves: Just you.
Peterson: Get back.
Reeves: Get back.
Peterson: Right.
Reeves: I'll stay here until you get back.
Peterson: And...make sure he doesn't leave.
Reeves: What?
Pots: CLANG!
Peterson: Make sure he doesn't leave the room.
Reeves: Who, the Lord-Chief?
Peterson: Yes. The smashed out of his mind Lord-Chief. Make sure he doesn't leave.
Reeves: Oh, of course. I thought you meant him.
Reeves points at the camera.
Reeves: Seemed a bit daft me having to watch him when he's watching us.
Hastings: Shut your noises, you!
He stumbles over and leans on Reeves.
Hastings: I'm Bobbin, are you my mother?
Pots: CLANG!
Reeves winces from the pots banging right next to his ear.
Hastings: I like it here in Tokyo. It's exciting.
Donovan begins running around the room, banging the pots together.
Hastings: TOE-KEY-OH! TOE-KEY-OH! TOE-KEY-OH!
Pots: CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Peterson: You realize we're going to Sydney next week.
Donovan stares at him.
Hastings: Why?
Peterson: We're based out of there now.
Donovan drops the pots.
Pots: CLUNK.
Hastings: Fucking bitches.
Reeves: Uh...we're sorry?
Peterson: His original cloak is back in the LA arena that we can't get to.
Hastings: And I can't keep wearing this new Jap cloak if we're not in JapLand.
Peterson: You could be a pirate.
Hastings: Fuck off.
Peterson: Sorry.
Hastings: This is serious, Niglets. The countdown is on, the big match between Blessed Immortality, it's going to be the biggest main event in GIW history. The whipping I gave Dredd is nothing compared to what the Immortal Lord of Pain has in store for Travis Roberts.
Reeves: Who you team with next week.
Hastings: Because we're tag partners. Blessed Immortality. Weren't you listening?
Peterson: I thought you were drunk.
Hastings: I got better.
Beat of silence.
Peterson: Right.
Hastings: C'mon, let's go catch another fucking plane. Hopefully this one has a better in-flight movie.
Peterson: I heard it's going to be Ishtar.
Hastings: Fucking hell!
Donovan storms out. Peterson and Reeves exchange a glance.
Reeves: You brought your kids with you?
Peterson rolls his eyes and walks out.
