Post by Eric The Torture on Jul 15, 2009 10:51:06 GMT -5
* In a downtown area, a figure pulls up in front of a jewelry store on a Harley Davidson XL 1200C. He steps off, sets the kickstand, then pulls off his sunglasses, revealing clearly Eric the Torture. He reaches into his saddlebag and pulls out Mr. Beaks. *
ETT: You wait here - I don't want anything to happen to the Harley.
* Eric walks into the store and is greeted by a salesperson. *
Eileen: Hello there! Is there something I can help you with?
ETT: Yes, I need to see Sigmund.
Eileen: Well, he's busy right now - is there something I -
ETT: Look, I don't mean to be rude, but the reason he's busy is because I've got him working on something for me. Now I know you want to make your measly commission by selling me something, so I'll take... that titanium pinky ring there. Yes, that one. So wrap that up and get Sigmund for me, will you?
* Not liking the way she is being spoken to but doing what she's been asked, she disappears into the back as Eric plays with his new ring. He looks up as a decrepit, 80 year old man walks into the store from the back room. *
Sigmund: Eric, Eric! Welcome! How are you doing?
ETT: I'm doing great, Sigmund, how are you? I gotta tell you though, I'd be doing a lot better if you had finished this earlier. You said it would be ready two weeks ago.
Sigmund: I'm sorry, Eric, but you know how it is. My health hasn't been the greatest lately. But! I have finished it, and have it back here. Let me go and get it for you.
* Sigmund leaves and returns moments later carrying a velvet bag containing... something heavy. *
ETT: I'll take a look at it at home. I owe you big time, Sigmund.
Sigmund: Ah, forget about it. You paid for the materials. Say hi to your mom for me, will you?
ETT: I sure will. Thanks again!
* ETT walks out, carrying the velvet sack and puts his sun glasses and helmet back on. He picks up Mr. Beaks. *
ETT: Yes, that's right. They will all be jealous of us. And nobody can take it from us, either.
*pause*
Well, yes, but -
*pause*
Well, I hadn't considered that. But -
*pause*
Oh, the chances of that happening are -
*pause*
Will you be quiet?! Into the saddlebag with you!
* ETT angrily throws Mr. Beaks into the saddlebag and gently lays the velvet bag atop him, sealing it up tight. Double checking everything is secure, ETT kickstarts the bike, looks around, then rides off... *
ETT: You wait here - I don't want anything to happen to the Harley.
* Eric walks into the store and is greeted by a salesperson. *
Eileen: Hello there! Is there something I can help you with?
ETT: Yes, I need to see Sigmund.
Eileen: Well, he's busy right now - is there something I -
ETT: Look, I don't mean to be rude, but the reason he's busy is because I've got him working on something for me. Now I know you want to make your measly commission by selling me something, so I'll take... that titanium pinky ring there. Yes, that one. So wrap that up and get Sigmund for me, will you?
* Not liking the way she is being spoken to but doing what she's been asked, she disappears into the back as Eric plays with his new ring. He looks up as a decrepit, 80 year old man walks into the store from the back room. *
Sigmund: Eric, Eric! Welcome! How are you doing?
ETT: I'm doing great, Sigmund, how are you? I gotta tell you though, I'd be doing a lot better if you had finished this earlier. You said it would be ready two weeks ago.
Sigmund: I'm sorry, Eric, but you know how it is. My health hasn't been the greatest lately. But! I have finished it, and have it back here. Let me go and get it for you.
* Sigmund leaves and returns moments later carrying a velvet bag containing... something heavy. *
ETT: I'll take a look at it at home. I owe you big time, Sigmund.
Sigmund: Ah, forget about it. You paid for the materials. Say hi to your mom for me, will you?
ETT: I sure will. Thanks again!
* ETT walks out, carrying the velvet sack and puts his sun glasses and helmet back on. He picks up Mr. Beaks. *
ETT: Yes, that's right. They will all be jealous of us. And nobody can take it from us, either.
*pause*
Well, yes, but -
*pause*
Well, I hadn't considered that. But -
*pause*
Oh, the chances of that happening are -
*pause*
Will you be quiet?! Into the saddlebag with you!
* ETT angrily throws Mr. Beaks into the saddlebag and gently lays the velvet bag atop him, sealing it up tight. Double checking everything is secure, ETT kickstarts the bike, looks around, then rides off... *