Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 31, 2009 21:06:07 GMT -5
Donovan is lying on a sofa, bouncing a tennis ball off the wall.
Voice: Could you stop that, please?
Donovan looks over at Dr. Stanley Ziegler, as he sits in his leather armchair, left hand on the brim of his glasses and a pencil in his other hand. Donovan looks back at the wall and raises his arm to throw the ball again.
Ziegler: Do it, and I'm afraid I will have to summon security to remove you from the premises.
Donovan glares at him, but tucks the ball away.
Hastings: I've been seeing you for months, and twice you've kicked me out of here without cause. In the same week, no less.
Ziegler: Those were...emergencies that demanded my attention. You have my full attention now, and I see you've decided not to talk.
Hastings: You're used to it, I'm sure.
Stanley sighs.
Ziegler: Well, snide remarks are progress, I always say.
Hastings: For someone who is supposed to listen, you talk a lot.
Ziegler: It makes the hour pass. Now, let's talk about you, Donovan.
Donovan's eye twitches, but he doesn't say anything.
Ziegler: You've been very different since you returned from the Global Tour. It's as though you left something behind.
Hastings: I brought my checkbook.
Ziegler: Hm...wasn't worried about that, but glad to hear it. Let's get to the real questions, like...what is Aaron Spelling's daughter?
Hastings: What?
Ziegler: Her name. I believe it is four letters.
Hastings: Tori.
Ziegler: Ah, of course.
Stanley scribbles something down.
Ziegler: Tell me about your parents.
Hastings: How in the bloody hell is that even relevant?
Ziegler: When you have the degree on your wall, you can ask the questions.
Hastings: You ask that one every week.
Ziegler: And it will continue until you answer it. Tell me about your parents.
Donovan frowns.
Hastings: My father was stern, but he cared. It was difficult for him, but he tried his best.
Ziegler: And what of your mother?
Hastings: My father did his best.
Stanley taps his cheek with the eraser of the pencil.
Ziegler: What's a four letter word for gelatin coagulation?
Donovan looks over at him.
Hastings: What the hell are you-
Ziegler: Your mother passed away? You haven't told me that.
Hastings: She didn't pass away.
Stanley freezes, and looks for the first time directly at Donovan.
Ziegler: She left.
Donovan looks away.
Ziegler: Your mother left you and your father, didn't she.
Hastings: I fail to see the relevance.
Ziegler: Then maybe you have something to think about.
There is a loud banging on the door.
Voice: YO NIGGAS, GETCH YO' AZZES OUT DIS INSTANT, IT BE MY TIME.
Hastings: WAIT YOUR FUCKING TURN.
Voice: YO' FO' FIVE MINUTES HOUR DONE UP NIGGA!
Ziegler: He's right, Donovan.
Donovan's eye twitches again.
Hastings: Lord.
Stanley sighs.
Ziegler: I thought we were past that.
Donovan stands. He picks up the replica title belt, which had been tucked underneath the pillow on the couch.
Hastings: Fine. I have enough to worry about anyway. It's less than two weeks until Travis and I defend our championship against three peasants.
Ziegler: Is it really.
Stanley scribbles something down.
Hastings: Blessed Immortality will reign supreme. Now go ahead and waste your time with the fucking penguin, I have better things to do anyway.
Donovan snatches the paper out of Stanley's hand.
Ziegler: Hey! I've been working all morning on that!
Donovan kicks the door open.
Hastings: Out of my way, DiVito!
Voice: DON' BE LEAVIN ME YO' SLOPPY SECONDS!
Stanley sighs as Donovan storms out.
Voice: Could you stop that, please?
Donovan looks over at Dr. Stanley Ziegler, as he sits in his leather armchair, left hand on the brim of his glasses and a pencil in his other hand. Donovan looks back at the wall and raises his arm to throw the ball again.
Ziegler: Do it, and I'm afraid I will have to summon security to remove you from the premises.
Donovan glares at him, but tucks the ball away.
Hastings: I've been seeing you for months, and twice you've kicked me out of here without cause. In the same week, no less.
Ziegler: Those were...emergencies that demanded my attention. You have my full attention now, and I see you've decided not to talk.
Hastings: You're used to it, I'm sure.
Stanley sighs.
Ziegler: Well, snide remarks are progress, I always say.
Hastings: For someone who is supposed to listen, you talk a lot.
Ziegler: It makes the hour pass. Now, let's talk about you, Donovan.
Donovan's eye twitches, but he doesn't say anything.
Ziegler: You've been very different since you returned from the Global Tour. It's as though you left something behind.
Hastings: I brought my checkbook.
Ziegler: Hm...wasn't worried about that, but glad to hear it. Let's get to the real questions, like...what is Aaron Spelling's daughter?
Hastings: What?
Ziegler: Her name. I believe it is four letters.
Hastings: Tori.
Ziegler: Ah, of course.
Stanley scribbles something down.
Ziegler: Tell me about your parents.
Hastings: How in the bloody hell is that even relevant?
Ziegler: When you have the degree on your wall, you can ask the questions.
Hastings: You ask that one every week.
Ziegler: And it will continue until you answer it. Tell me about your parents.
Donovan frowns.
Hastings: My father was stern, but he cared. It was difficult for him, but he tried his best.
Ziegler: And what of your mother?
Hastings: My father did his best.
Stanley taps his cheek with the eraser of the pencil.
Ziegler: What's a four letter word for gelatin coagulation?
Donovan looks over at him.
Hastings: What the hell are you-
Ziegler: Your mother passed away? You haven't told me that.
Hastings: She didn't pass away.
Stanley freezes, and looks for the first time directly at Donovan.
Ziegler: She left.
Donovan looks away.
Ziegler: Your mother left you and your father, didn't she.
Hastings: I fail to see the relevance.
Ziegler: Then maybe you have something to think about.
There is a loud banging on the door.
Voice: YO NIGGAS, GETCH YO' AZZES OUT DIS INSTANT, IT BE MY TIME.
Hastings: WAIT YOUR FUCKING TURN.
Voice: YO' FO' FIVE MINUTES HOUR DONE UP NIGGA!
Ziegler: He's right, Donovan.
Donovan's eye twitches again.
Hastings: Lord.
Stanley sighs.
Ziegler: I thought we were past that.
Donovan stands. He picks up the replica title belt, which had been tucked underneath the pillow on the couch.
Hastings: Fine. I have enough to worry about anyway. It's less than two weeks until Travis and I defend our championship against three peasants.
Ziegler: Is it really.
Stanley scribbles something down.
Hastings: Blessed Immortality will reign supreme. Now go ahead and waste your time with the fucking penguin, I have better things to do anyway.
Donovan snatches the paper out of Stanley's hand.
Ziegler: Hey! I've been working all morning on that!
Donovan kicks the door open.
Hastings: Out of my way, DiVito!
Voice: DON' BE LEAVIN ME YO' SLOPPY SECONDS!
Stanley sighs as Donovan storms out.
