Post by Eric The Torture on Jul 2, 2009 15:06:32 GMT -5
* The camera focuses in on Eric The Torture's face. He is sweaty after a strenuous workout and he is sitting, staring intently across a table set up in his locker room as he speaks. *
ETT: You know, for all his antics and childish games, Pennylane was right. We do belong together. But I know you knew that already. You always seem to know everything before I do. I suppose that's why I always needed you.
* There is a slight pause as Eric seems to be listening, although nothing can be heard. It could be because the camera is still focused on him, though, and not on the person speaking to him. *
ETT: I agree with you whole-heartedly. I am in trouble at Red, White and Bruised. Quite frankly, I trust my old "partner" about as far as I can throw him with both hands tied behind my back. I'm going to need some help, but where am I going to get it?
* Another pause. *
ETT: No, of course I'm not considering Johnny Detroit again. That scumbag! No, I've got to have someone in my corner that I can trust... I don't want to drag Tito into this mess, he's got problems of his own that night.
* Eric stops, thinking, then his eyes go wide and his jaw drops in shock. *
ETT: You're right! That's it! It's the perfect answer! I knew I could count on you, old pal! With you in my corner, and this ace in the hole, I shall prevail!
* ETT stands up and the camera pans out. Eric the Torture reaches over the table, picks up the rubber chicken that he was talking to, and brings it closer to his face, smiling. *
ETT: Pennylane was right... we DO belong together! Together, we'll bring this company to it's knees and go for the gold! Now we've got things to do! We've got a secret weapon to recruit and a little side project to check up on!
* ETT starts whistling tunelessly, his eyes lit up, as he heads toward his shower area. *
ETT: I've never felt this healthy before! We've got a lot to catch up on, Mr. Beaks.
ETT: You know, for all his antics and childish games, Pennylane was right. We do belong together. But I know you knew that already. You always seem to know everything before I do. I suppose that's why I always needed you.
* There is a slight pause as Eric seems to be listening, although nothing can be heard. It could be because the camera is still focused on him, though, and not on the person speaking to him. *
ETT: I agree with you whole-heartedly. I am in trouble at Red, White and Bruised. Quite frankly, I trust my old "partner" about as far as I can throw him with both hands tied behind my back. I'm going to need some help, but where am I going to get it?
* Another pause. *
ETT: No, of course I'm not considering Johnny Detroit again. That scumbag! No, I've got to have someone in my corner that I can trust... I don't want to drag Tito into this mess, he's got problems of his own that night.
* Eric stops, thinking, then his eyes go wide and his jaw drops in shock. *
ETT: You're right! That's it! It's the perfect answer! I knew I could count on you, old pal! With you in my corner, and this ace in the hole, I shall prevail!
* ETT stands up and the camera pans out. Eric the Torture reaches over the table, picks up the rubber chicken that he was talking to, and brings it closer to his face, smiling. *
ETT: Pennylane was right... we DO belong together! Together, we'll bring this company to it's knees and go for the gold! Now we've got things to do! We've got a secret weapon to recruit and a little side project to check up on!
* ETT starts whistling tunelessly, his eyes lit up, as he heads toward his shower area. *
ETT: I've never felt this healthy before! We've got a lot to catch up on, Mr. Beaks.
