Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 30, 2009 20:22:47 GMT -5
Donovan sits in the locker room in the hours after Sentinel, a far off look in his eye. Owen Peterson walks in, and glances around.
Peterson: Where's your cloak?
Donovan doesn't budge for a moment, but then snaps to attention and glances over.
Hastings: Hm?
Peterson: Your new cloak. Where is it?
Hastings: Oh. I gave it to a Random Backstage Worker. They're going to put it up on GIWshopzone.com.
Peterson: They what?
Hastings: I need a new one for every stop of the Long Road Home tour, obviously. I can't be reusing old shit like that. May as well let them do something with it.
Peterson: You get a percentage?
Hastings: You kidding? I'd keep that shit otherwise.
Donovan tilts his head back and stares at the ceiling.
Peterson: Penny for your thoughts?
Hastings: The Lord's thoughts are worth plenty more than that.
Peterson: Are you worried about Boolz and Roberts?
Hastings: Ha!
Donovan looks at Owen with a smile.
Hastings: Why, because Boolz got Trav to drink the Red Bull? That's not going to last. There's a better chance of somebody coming charging out of the closet and attacking you with a dildo.
Peterson: That's horrible.
Hastings: Sorry, I just saw the Bruno trailer.
Peterson: That doesn't make it right.
Peterson: Is that even a real site?
Hastings: I don't know. To be honest, I'm actually thinking about being assigned as the Special Referee next week for Trav and Dredd.
Peterson: That's quite a responsibility.
Hastings: Well, my mother did always tell me I was special.
Peterson: Maybe you want some pointers, or advice?
Hastings: Not a bad idea. Do you have Glenn Burke's number handy?
Peterson scowls.
Peterson: Cute.
Hastings: I thought so. By the way...
Donovan sits upright and looks at Peterson.
Hastings: You've caused me quite the headache lately.
Peterson: Well, what goes around...
Hastings: You start up all that pirate nonsense, and now I've got all sorts of people expecting me to come up with fresh stuff all the time. Like, next week I'm going to show up in the arena and say "you just have to revert the emission of tachyon particles to a photon torpedo warhead to correct a field inversion in the multiphasic shielding."
Peterson: What does that even mean?
Hastings: I don't know, but you need to re-route the positronic charge to the isolinear data chips to reinitalise localised harmonic interference in the structual integrity.
Peterson: I think that could catch on.
Hastings: It had better not. If it does, I'll hang you by your feet from the rafters, and then I'll hunt down Moss and cut his heart out with a spoon.
Peterson: Why a spoon?
Hastings: Cuz it'll hurt more.
Peterson: About Moss...you want to talk about that?
Hastings: About what?
Peterson: About what he said to you.
Hastings: Isn't that what we just did?
Peterson: No, I mean...what he said about Calypso.
Donovan turns away.
Hastings: No.
Peterson: Are you sure? I could-
Hastings: Thank you, Niglet. I'll see you in Baghdad.
Owen frowns, but Donovan closes his eyes and lays down, and after a moment Owen walks out.
Peterson: Where's your cloak?
Donovan doesn't budge for a moment, but then snaps to attention and glances over.
Hastings: Hm?
Peterson: Your new cloak. Where is it?
Hastings: Oh. I gave it to a Random Backstage Worker. They're going to put it up on GIWshopzone.com.
Peterson: They what?
Hastings: I need a new one for every stop of the Long Road Home tour, obviously. I can't be reusing old shit like that. May as well let them do something with it.
Peterson: You get a percentage?
Hastings: You kidding? I'd keep that shit otherwise.
Donovan tilts his head back and stares at the ceiling.
Peterson: Penny for your thoughts?
Hastings: The Lord's thoughts are worth plenty more than that.
Peterson: Are you worried about Boolz and Roberts?
Hastings: Ha!
Donovan looks at Owen with a smile.
Hastings: Why, because Boolz got Trav to drink the Red Bull? That's not going to last. There's a better chance of somebody coming charging out of the closet and attacking you with a dildo.
Peterson: That's horrible.
Hastings: Sorry, I just saw the Bruno trailer.
Peterson: That doesn't make it right.
Peterson: Is that even a real site?
Hastings: I don't know. To be honest, I'm actually thinking about being assigned as the Special Referee next week for Trav and Dredd.
Peterson: That's quite a responsibility.
Hastings: Well, my mother did always tell me I was special.
Peterson: Maybe you want some pointers, or advice?
Hastings: Not a bad idea. Do you have Glenn Burke's number handy?
Peterson scowls.
Peterson: Cute.
Hastings: I thought so. By the way...
Donovan sits upright and looks at Peterson.
Hastings: You've caused me quite the headache lately.
Peterson: Well, what goes around...
Hastings: You start up all that pirate nonsense, and now I've got all sorts of people expecting me to come up with fresh stuff all the time. Like, next week I'm going to show up in the arena and say "you just have to revert the emission of tachyon particles to a photon torpedo warhead to correct a field inversion in the multiphasic shielding."
Peterson: What does that even mean?
Hastings: I don't know, but you need to re-route the positronic charge to the isolinear data chips to reinitalise localised harmonic interference in the structual integrity.
Peterson: I think that could catch on.
Hastings: It had better not. If it does, I'll hang you by your feet from the rafters, and then I'll hunt down Moss and cut his heart out with a spoon.
Peterson: Why a spoon?
Hastings: Cuz it'll hurt more.
Peterson: About Moss...you want to talk about that?
Hastings: About what?
Peterson: About what he said to you.
Hastings: Isn't that what we just did?
Peterson: No, I mean...what he said about Calypso.
Donovan turns away.
Hastings: No.
Peterson: Are you sure? I could-
Hastings: Thank you, Niglet. I'll see you in Baghdad.
Owen frowns, but Donovan closes his eyes and lays down, and after a moment Owen walks out.