Post by The X on Apr 19, 2009 1:44:54 GMT -5
Sara Sanderson walks up to a nondescript door and rapidly knocks upon it. A moment later the door swings open, releasing a huge cloud of smoke into the hallway and The X pokes his head out with a scowl.
The X: Sara? You work for Hungry Howies now? Hey… where the hell is the pizza?
Sara waves smoke out of her face and coughs, furrowing her brow and frowning.
Sara: What pizza? I’m here for the interview.
The X stares at her for a moment then throws his head back and laughs.
The X: Oh man, that’s funny. Come on Sara, you know they can’t be serious about that. It’s in my contract. The X doesn’t do interviews because The X has been there and done that more times than he can remember. Hey… remember that time Rasputin went on a total rampage and we got stuck in that room with those other jobbers? Good times…
The X mocks wiping a tear from his eye as he shakes his head ruefully.
Sara: What are you talking about? And WHY are you talking like you know me? Who the hell is Rasputin?!
Sara koks (omg!! I cant says koks?!) her head to the side and plants her fist on her hip while she awaits answers to her questions as The X searches the ether for inspiration.
The X: Ohhh… that... that must be from that OTHER reality I was in before… well… before I don’t really know what. Ritter tells me not to talk about it.
Sara: ….thats probably a good idea.
The X: Yeah. So… I guess maybe I haven’t done a whole lot of interviews... perhaps? Uh… whatever, lets do this. Ask me a question or something. I forget how this works. Should I call somebody an idiot first?
Sara swallows her immediate response and clears her throat, hoisting a mic.
Sara: Well, I suppose the obvious first question… uh… the next obvious first question would be why have you relocated to the janitors’ closet?
The X: What?
Sarah points at the piece of tape reading “The Mother F’n X” which is slightly hanging off the plaque reading “janitor”.
The X: Oh, that. I dunno, I just felt I needed a place of my own to chill and get some me time, you know? That, and that one dudes gas kept going off and it’s hard to get the smell out of my clothes.
Sara: “That one dude” being Brandon Ripley?
The X: Who?
Sara: Brandon Ripley… he’s one of your team mates…
The X: Ah… yeah... I think I know that guy.
Sara: Right… anyway, your plan seems to have failed.
The X: How so?
Sara points at the all encompassing cloud of smoke slowly seeping into the hallway.
Sara: It looks like his fog has still managed to find its way into your new room.
The X: Uh… yyyeah… fog… right… totally… uh… that dudes…
Sara: Brandon Ripley.
The X: Right. Totally Brads fog stuff. Yeah. Hey, whoa, look at the time! I’d better call and see what’s keeping that pizza.
The X quickly slams the door, leaving Sara alone in a slowly dissipating cloud of sweet smelling smoke just as the pizza delivery guy walks up sniffing the air.
Pizza Guy: Hey… you uh… you burning?
Sara shakes her head and storms off muttering to herself.
Pizza Guy: What? S’the big deal? Hey, you know where I can find The X? There’s supposed to be a big tip if I get this delivered before 4:20. Lady?
The X: Sara? You work for Hungry Howies now? Hey… where the hell is the pizza?
Sara waves smoke out of her face and coughs, furrowing her brow and frowning.
Sara: What pizza? I’m here for the interview.
The X stares at her for a moment then throws his head back and laughs.
The X: Oh man, that’s funny. Come on Sara, you know they can’t be serious about that. It’s in my contract. The X doesn’t do interviews because The X has been there and done that more times than he can remember. Hey… remember that time Rasputin went on a total rampage and we got stuck in that room with those other jobbers? Good times…
The X mocks wiping a tear from his eye as he shakes his head ruefully.
Sara: What are you talking about? And WHY are you talking like you know me? Who the hell is Rasputin?!
Sara koks (omg!! I cant says koks?!) her head to the side and plants her fist on her hip while she awaits answers to her questions as The X searches the ether for inspiration.
The X: Ohhh… that... that must be from that OTHER reality I was in before… well… before I don’t really know what. Ritter tells me not to talk about it.
Sara: ….thats probably a good idea.
The X: Yeah. So… I guess maybe I haven’t done a whole lot of interviews... perhaps? Uh… whatever, lets do this. Ask me a question or something. I forget how this works. Should I call somebody an idiot first?
Sara swallows her immediate response and clears her throat, hoisting a mic.
Sara: Well, I suppose the obvious first question… uh… the next obvious first question would be why have you relocated to the janitors’ closet?
The X: What?
Sarah points at the piece of tape reading “The Mother F’n X” which is slightly hanging off the plaque reading “janitor”.
The X: Oh, that. I dunno, I just felt I needed a place of my own to chill and get some me time, you know? That, and that one dudes gas kept going off and it’s hard to get the smell out of my clothes.
Sara: “That one dude” being Brandon Ripley?
The X: Who?
Sara: Brandon Ripley… he’s one of your team mates…
The X: Ah… yeah... I think I know that guy.
Sara: Right… anyway, your plan seems to have failed.
The X: How so?
Sara points at the all encompassing cloud of smoke slowly seeping into the hallway.
Sara: It looks like his fog has still managed to find its way into your new room.
The X: Uh… yyyeah… fog… right… totally… uh… that dudes…
Sara: Brandon Ripley.
The X: Right. Totally Brads fog stuff. Yeah. Hey, whoa, look at the time! I’d better call and see what’s keeping that pizza.
The X quickly slams the door, leaving Sara alone in a slowly dissipating cloud of sweet smelling smoke just as the pizza delivery guy walks up sniffing the air.
Pizza Guy: Hey… you uh… you burning?
Sara shakes her head and storms off muttering to herself.
Pizza Guy: What? S’the big deal? Hey, you know where I can find The X? There’s supposed to be a big tip if I get this delivered before 4:20. Lady?
