Post by sandy on Jun 12, 2011 20:59:09 GMT -5
A woman with golden locks, and two average looking gentleman sit at a table, on this table is a board with some play money in the middle, a pair of dice, and three pieces which represent the people playing. The first fellow, taking enough time to sit down his bottle of JD, rolls the dice and moves his pieces the allotted number of spaces.
.:Bobby:.
"Passed Go again bitches, pay a mother fucker!"
Bobby rubs his hands together as Bryan, the banker, takes $200 from the bank and slides it over to Bobby. Next to roll is the lovely Sandra Marx, The Gorgeous German delicately rolls the dice onto the table, she moves her piece quickly but starts to slow as she reaches her spot on the board. With great hesitation, Sandra puts her piece where it needs to go. She then hangs her head as Bobby cracks a shit eating grin.
.:Bryan:.
Ok, let's see. That's boardwalk with a hotel. You owe (Bryan glances at the back of the corresponding card) $2,000.
.:Sandra:.
"What!? I don't have that much, come on let me pay next round. I'm that close to passing Go!"
Bobby scoffs at this suggestion, there was no way in hell he was going for that. He'd get his money, didn't much matter to him that Sandra didn't have it all. He'd take what she had, and that'd be the end of that.
.:Bobby:.
"Hell nah, you lost. Tough fucking shit. Give me what you have, and hit the fucking bricks."
.:Sandra:.
"That's not fair, Bryan has been being a biased bank keeper the whole time. I knew I shouldn't have let your friend run the bank!"
.:Bryan:.
"You're kidding right? You bought like three property, built nothing on them, and landed in jail three times. How is that my fault? "
Rather than do the rational thing and just talk it out with Bobby and Bryan, Sandra goes into pissed off German mode. She bolts to her feet, tosses the game board against the back wall, and leaps across the table at Bobby. Bryan looks on, dumb struck as this woman begins going to town on his friend. Bryan finally manages to pull Sandra off of Bobby. Bobby, a little shaken up but not overly hurt gets off of the floor and backs away from Sandra.
.:Bobby:.
"That's it Sandra, I let you back in the game club under the impression you weren't going to pull that shit anymore. You know what, find somewhere else to spend your Tuesdays. You are officially banned from game club!"
Sandra begins to huff and puff, clearly pissed off she paces back and forth. She starts to go back after Bobby, but is held back by Bryan. Still pretty upset, Sandra goes to her locker and retrieves a trophy. The German reaches the door, looks over her shoulder, a snarl crossing her face.
.:Sandra:.
"Whatever, but I'm taking my trophy!"
Sandra storms out of the room, she can be heard going down the hall cursing the world in German as Bobby and Bryan simply look at one another.
.:Bryan:.
"Ok, that was awkward. Now we have no trophy."
.:Bobby:.
Oh well, we can get another one. They cost what, seven maybe eight dollars?
.:Bobby:.
"Passed Go again bitches, pay a mother fucker!"
Bobby rubs his hands together as Bryan, the banker, takes $200 from the bank and slides it over to Bobby. Next to roll is the lovely Sandra Marx, The Gorgeous German delicately rolls the dice onto the table, she moves her piece quickly but starts to slow as she reaches her spot on the board. With great hesitation, Sandra puts her piece where it needs to go. She then hangs her head as Bobby cracks a shit eating grin.
.:Bryan:.
Ok, let's see. That's boardwalk with a hotel. You owe (Bryan glances at the back of the corresponding card) $2,000.
.:Sandra:.
"What!? I don't have that much, come on let me pay next round. I'm that close to passing Go!"
Bobby scoffs at this suggestion, there was no way in hell he was going for that. He'd get his money, didn't much matter to him that Sandra didn't have it all. He'd take what she had, and that'd be the end of that.
.:Bobby:.
"Hell nah, you lost. Tough fucking shit. Give me what you have, and hit the fucking bricks."
.:Sandra:.
"That's not fair, Bryan has been being a biased bank keeper the whole time. I knew I shouldn't have let your friend run the bank!"
.:Bryan:.
"You're kidding right? You bought like three property, built nothing on them, and landed in jail three times. How is that my fault? "
Rather than do the rational thing and just talk it out with Bobby and Bryan, Sandra goes into pissed off German mode. She bolts to her feet, tosses the game board against the back wall, and leaps across the table at Bobby. Bryan looks on, dumb struck as this woman begins going to town on his friend. Bryan finally manages to pull Sandra off of Bobby. Bobby, a little shaken up but not overly hurt gets off of the floor and backs away from Sandra.
.:Bobby:.
"That's it Sandra, I let you back in the game club under the impression you weren't going to pull that shit anymore. You know what, find somewhere else to spend your Tuesdays. You are officially banned from game club!"
Sandra begins to huff and puff, clearly pissed off she paces back and forth. She starts to go back after Bobby, but is held back by Bryan. Still pretty upset, Sandra goes to her locker and retrieves a trophy. The German reaches the door, looks over her shoulder, a snarl crossing her face.
.:Sandra:.
"Whatever, but I'm taking my trophy!"
Sandra storms out of the room, she can be heard going down the hall cursing the world in German as Bobby and Bryan simply look at one another.
.:Bryan:.
"Ok, that was awkward. Now we have no trophy."
.:Bobby:.
Oh well, we can get another one. They cost what, seven maybe eight dollars?
End of Promo
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