[Riot Act]

The camera fades in to show Tyson Kincaid standing in front of the door of LJ Bennett’s office, staring intently at the list of potential fathers posted on the wall next to it. Kincaid is dressed in black chinos and a Red Wings jersey, which is odd since he’s a die-hard Leafs fan.

He opens the door and walks in. Bennett is sitting down at his desk, signing some paperwork.

LJB: Just because you’re on my side doesn’t mean you shouldn’t knock.

TK: I don’t have the time or the patience for your bullshit right now, LJ. Take my name off the list.

Bennett cocks his head and stars at the ceiling momentarily, apparently contemplating Kincaid’s demand.

LJB: No.

TK: Why the hell not?

LJB: Because I demand to know who the father is!

TK: Bennett, I’m telling you right now, man to man, that I am NOT the father!

LJB: Oh, really? And why are you so sure?

TK: Because I never had sex with Firewoman. Ever.

LJB: Please, Tyson. I know how you lived back when you knew Firewoman. Alcohol, sedatives, anti-depressants and anabolic steroids don’t exactly clear the mind, especially when one’s mind is already clouded. How can you be so sure something didn’t happen when you were completely out of it? As a matter of fact, I think I may have an idea why you and Fire are no longer the pals you once were.

Kincaid looks at Bennett with a mixture of shock, confusion and simmering rage.

LJB: Oh please, don’t look so surprised. I would never have hired you in the first place if I hadn’t done my homework. But that’s beside the point – my decision stands. I want you to take this test.

Kincaid snaps, clearing off Bennett’s desk with his right hand, sending a lamp crashing to the floor. He pounds his clenched fists against the top of the desk and screams in Bennett’s face.

TK: God damnit, Bennett! I didn’t fucking touch her!

LJB: But are you really so sure? Or are you just in denial? I know that deep down, you want to know just as much as I do.

The color drains from Kincaid’s face. He looks past Bennett, focusing on a spot on the wall behind the desk. After an awkward silence, he looks Bennett dead in the eye.

TK: …I’ll take your damn test.

Bennett smiles as the scene fades to black.

[fasteddie]

(Tytan is WALKING down the hallway of random encounters when he meets up with the hooded man.)

Hooded Man: Tytan, it seems like all of the OOWF is concerned with who is the father of Firewoman's child and not even showing the slightest interest that you can be the one to take down LD Williams.

Tytan: I know. Don't they realize that I am on a role lately. Who was the one that eliminated all of the other wrestlers in the tournament. When was the last time I've been pinned? When was the last time some one had the upper hand on me in a straight wrestling match?

Hooded Man: I understand what you are saying but don't let that get in your way of your match. They will finally take you seriously after your title match, you just need to do what you have been doing this whole time.

Tytan: You will be there, right?

Hooded Man: I will, besides it looks like right now I may be the only friend you have.

(The two shake hands and walk off in opposite directions.)

(Fade)

[Jack Quinn]

<Moosehead Jack is in the back of the OOWF Arena eyeing up a snack from the machine when Tytan walks up to him>

Tytan: Moose

MHJ: Tytan

Tytan: I have a little message for LD Williams. You tell him that I am......

MHJ: Hey, big man, just stop. First of all, I am not your messenger boy. You have something you want to say, LD is not a hard man to find. Second, Christ you are getting as bad as Alexander Darling. I think you like to hear yourself talk or something. What you did WAS impressive. You survived the gauntlet, you EARNED your shot this week, no one is disputing that. But if you think for one second that LD got where he is now by not paying attention to what is going on around him, you are insane. My advice to you, worry less about making LD aware of who you are outside the ring, and get ready to face the greatest wrestler in the OOWF today, and make him aware of who you are INSIDE the ring.

Tytan: And what makes you think I need, or want, your advice?

MHJ: <Moose slowly stands up and looks directly at Tytan, finally paying more attention to him than the vending machine> Look Tytan , quite honestly, I don't give a shit if you listen to me or not. I have no problem with you, hell I was the one who contacted you to do some work for Bennett. That said <Moose steps closer to Tytan> it is also probably a pretty good idea not to make unnecessary enemies just hours before the biggest match of your career, ESPECIALLY when they are going to be INSIDE the cage during your match

<We get a tense moment of silence between the two men. Finally Tytan smirks and without another word, turns and walks away>

[Tommy]

***OOC***

Yay! Someone who won't kill me!

[blownspot]

Ax-Man - God DAMN it's hot!

Alexis - We're in Arizona.

Ax-Man - Can't I turn up the A/C?

Alexis- I'm freezing!

Ax-Man - God! Why do women get COLD so easily. You're not even that thin.

Alexis - What are you trying to say? I'm fat?

Ax-Man - No. Jesus, would you just let me turn up the fricken A/C?

<Ax-Man reaches for the A/C dial and promptly has his hand slapped away by Alexis.>

Alexis - It's already on 68 degrees.

Ax-Man - The sun is shining on my side. You're over there in the shade.

Alexis - Could you quit whining like a little bitch?

<Ax-Man grips the steering wheel tighter, biting down on the smart ass retort he had ready at the edge of his lips. The car accelerates with his rising annoyance. Nothing is said for several minutes. Finally... >

Ax-Man - ...I don't know about keeping this a secret from Stank

Alexis - That was the agreement Rick made with Jared. It's just too bad Blackdragon had to involve Concrete Gryfon.

Ax-Man - Hmmph, I bet Stank wants to strangle him.

Alexis - Stank is not stupid. He knows something is up. He's already called me thirty times asking about his brother and Crete's involvement.

Ax-Man - What did you tell him?

Alexis - Nothing. I send him straight to voicemail.

Ax-Man - Glad I don't carry a cell phone.

Alexis - Well Blackdragon talking to Concrete nearly put the whole deal in jeopardy. Fortunately, Jared was still willing to tell us what he knows.

Ax-Man - Yeah, but at what cost?

Alexis - I don't think the cost was that high.

Ax-Man - Keeping this secret from Stank could come back and bite us on the ass.

Alexis - Sure, but if it means taking down Bennett... I'm sure in the end Stank will understand. What I don't understand is why neither Blackdragon or Crete told us what THEY were doing.

Ax-Man - Probably to keep Bennett guessing. You know... Ninja Cameramen and all...

Alexis - Oh... good point.

Ax-Man - I have one every other month or so.

<Alexis Darling pulls a map out of the glove compartment.>

Ax-Man - So how far to the pig farm?

Alexis - According to this map Jared gave us... about 412 miles.

Ax-Man - Wonderful. I wish Blackdragon had come with us to help with driving duty, since a certain someone refuses to drive herself.

Alexis - Hey I TOLD you I don't have a license to drive in the US.

Ax-Man - WHY the fuck not?

Alexis - ... it's a long story.

Ax-Man - 412 miles... it's a long drive.

<Alexis contemplates this... a slow grin crosses her face.>

Alexis - Well... it's really Sam's fault, actually. When I was sixteen we drove up to Cape Hatteras from our Florida beach home. We took daddy's Bugatti without him knowing.

Ax-Man - Whoa.

Alexis - Yeah, daddy was pissed when he found out... so was Alex actually. Daddy had promised it to brother dear for his birthday... anyway Sammie didn't care and somehow she got me not to care.

Ax-Man - What kind of Bugatti was it?

Alexis - Oh I don't remember... a sports car, two seater, it was one no one else had at the time. One of daddy's old race driving friends designed it or something. It was new back then... anyway I wanted to drive it and Sammie let me. BOY was THAT a mistake... though I guess that's how she met Wally... wow, I haven't thought about that in years.

Ax-Man - You guys met Wally on your drive to North Carolina?

Alexis - Actually we met him in jail... He was bailing out one of his "associates"... but I'll get to that later. So I was tearing down the highway doing 140 miles per hour, and climbing, when the cops set up the first roadblock...

<Camera fades>

[Attitude Adjuster]

Attitude Adjuster walks out of the paternity test area, where he is immediately accosted by a SFJ.

SFJ: You just walked out of the paternity test area and have been immediately accosted by a SFJ. What are you thinking?

AA: What am I thinking? What am I thinking? I'm thinking there's absolutely no reason that I should be giving anything for any paternity test. And especially not for that skank Firewoman! I mean, have you looked at here? I guess there's a reason she's wrestling men. I'm sure that's the only way she gets contact with the opposite sex. Besides, I think I KNOW who the father actually is.

SFJ: You do??? Tell us!!

AA: Let's just put it this way. I just placed some decent money on "Other" in Lucky's little attempt at bookmaking. I'm gonna make a fortune!

SFJ: Is it also true that the reason this promo is so short is because you were out until 6 a.m. drinking and gambling?

AA: No comment. This interview is OVER!!!

[BC]

Poe enters the backstage lab to give his blood for the paternity test. He enters and stares straight at Mick Foley, who stares at him back.

MF: Poe…you sadistic son of a bitch…

Poe: Good to see you too Mick. It’s been…way too long.

MF: I bet it has. You still playing Charlie Manson over in Japan?

Poe: No. I’m here for revenge. You know how it goes.

MF: Yes…yes I do. Last time I saw you get revenge; I needed a blood transfusion you bastard. And you were just a punk kid coming over from Mexico then.

Poe: Good times.

Mick then pokes the needle into Poe’s arm especially hard. Poe does not move and just looks up at Mick.

Poe: You have the touch of an elephant with the clap.

MF: You probably have the clap. Speaking of, how’s Lenore?

Poe: She’s enjoying herself in Hawaii with Charo. Charo says hello by the way.

MF: Just hello?

Poe: pauses and rolls his eyes. Mick looks at Poe expectantly.

Poe: …and…ugh…hoochie coochie.

MF: That’s my girl.

Selena bursts into the lab.

SG: Master, where do you want me to put this jac…oh, pretty blood.

MF: You can’t be in here little girl.

SG: Dude…you’re Dude Love!

Mick looks at Poe with an amused expression.

MF: Why? Seriously? Why?

Poe ignores that and looks to Selena.

Poe: Selena go back to the dressing room, take…everything with you and lock the door.

SG: But I’m bored!!

Poe: Listen to your Paramore CD. I’ll be back shortly.

Selena pouts, lowers her head, and leaves the lab. Mick takes out the needle and places it with the sample.

MF: All done.

Poe covers the wound and flexes his arm.

MF: Could this kid really be yours? From what I remember from my days in Japan, you and FireWoman didn’t really get along.

Poe: We didn’t really anything Mick. But we always had a connection. We’re a lot alike. Besides, things happen on the road.

MF: So you’re saying…

Poe smirks and grabs a metal bed pan from a counter in the lab.

Poe: For old times sake Mick me boy…

Poe then slams the metal bed pan into the side of Mick Foley’s head. Mick yells and tumbles over the chair Poe had just been in. Poe laughs, tosses the bed pan to the floor with a loud *clang* Poe smiles and leaves the lab.

[Concrete TG]

(OBJ walks int o Crete's lcoker room, spotting him doing push-ups. Crete seems completely focused on his warmup)

OBJ: So... you ready for this?

CTG: (finishes his set and snaps to his feet) Citizen Outback, I see you're preparing for our match in your.... (looking at the can) typical fashion.

OBJ: (finishes the can, belches) Australian for "if it ain't broke", mate

CTG: (nodding) but it seems, my downunder ally, that what we might be accomplishing at this show IS fixing something that is indeed broken. This organization has long been sundered from its foundations t the highest offices, men in suits or spandex at each other's throats. We were aware it was a war that erupted in what passed for a peaceful company. We have fought long and hard in an attempt to recreate what was once peace among those in the OOWF, and this very match could be the start of the mending process.

Eric O'mac and Moosehead Jack are two heads of the giant hydra that Bennett has held on a golden leash, wishing to use it to devour those of us who have remained loyal to the man who made this company what it was. Rick has wavered in his resolve at times and has called upon all those who have worked from him in recent times to try and put an end to this grand dissention. Outback Jack, you and I are facing two of the stronger heads that guide that Hydra - Eric is both clever and agile, and I need not remind you if the true depths of evil that Moosehead Jack stoops. His guile, his manipulative machinations, and explosive, bloodthirsty ruthlessness have all been factors in making this war stretch well into the horizons of our careers. It is TIME, my friend, to cut free these two heads of this Hydra! To make the blood wash away the darkness and tarnish the golden chain! Bennett will lose his grip on the leash and we will dispatch the beast to leave the carcass at his feet. OOWF must survive, and the slaying of this monster will be the means which the Scales of Justice will once again balance, so that she who holds them need not peek from her blindfold and see the evil that has been wrought here!

OBJ: .......

CTG: Come, citizen! VICTORY WAITS FOR NO MAN! (dashes out the door)

OBJ: (turns to the camera) I'm drownin in metaphors... guess I need another beer. (walks out)

[Fire-Babe]

A stretch limo pulls up inside whatever you call that big garage thing they have at most arenas. Chris Jericho steps out, dressed in faded jeans, cowboy boots, and that black shirt with the grey pinstriping he wore that one episode of RAW when…. Um…okay, back to the promo. Sorry. Firewoman is waiting off to one side.

FW: Nice….

Y2J: Yes, Bennett really went all out after summoning me for this circus.

FW: Yeah, uh…about that…

They start to approach each other, then they both look around and see the ninja cams.

Y2J: Later. When there aren’t so many cameras and eyes watching.

FW: Right….

The two start WALKING~! towards the Run DEA Suites by Aquafina.

Y2J: I suppose I’ll have to deal with your new best friend Alexander.

FW: Well, yes. And please try to get along. He’s been really surprisingly supportive and… [She looks around, seeing the ninja cam, as her eyes well up with tears] I just couldn’t….if you guys fight…. I can’t…..[her sobs cut off the rest of the sentence]

Y2J: Okay, okay! No fighting, I’ll be good, I promise. [He pulls her into a hug]. Stop crying.

FW: Sorry…hormones. This totally does not sparkle with me.

Firewoman nods as a big tear slides down her cheek. She looks back at the camera. The two continue walking, Jericho with his arm around her shoulder, Firewoman with her head down so no one can see her face, but she’s not covering very well.

Y2J: But if I see that jerk Attitude Adjuster, I can’t make any promises. Seriously, what kind of man hits a woman he thinks is pregnant in the stomach with a tennis racket?

FW: I don’t know, why don’t we ask Whisper Michaels?

Y2J: Hey, now. That was HBK’s fault, and clearly an accident.

FW: Uh huh. Whatever it doesn’t matter. You step in the ring, you’re fair game.

The two walk a bit further, in silence

Y2J: So….Tyson’s on the list, eh?

FW: Just Bennett being a jerk. I swear.

Y2J: You know it doesn’t matter. I just … well, you don’t need to be sucked into that again.

FW: I know…. Can we not talk about it? [Tears well up again]

Y2J: Fine, fine, yes. We’ll not talk about that either. Here’s a bottle of water….

FW: Can’t. It’s Dasani I can only drink Aquafina.

Y2J: Oh…right….

Finally they reach the DEA Suites and Firewoman’s Locker Room sponsored by GNC.

Y2J: Okay, let’s get away from these cameras and we can talk about what we need to do.

Firewoman nods and sniffs, as they go in and shut the door. The ninja cams fade to black.

[blownspot]

SFJ#6 - Lucas, This past week we have witnessed a number of attacks on you, presumably the result of a bounty put on you by someone on your own team. How are you going to be able to focus on your match with Davin Moreland given the circumstances.

Stank - That's a good question, Allison. The answer is... I don't know. Do I ignore what's happened and concentrate on a chance to regain what was once mine? Do I question each member of Team Rick, one by one, until the man responsible reveals himself? Do I tell Moosehead Jack, a man who has never lied to me, to go fuck himself? That it's him who has trumped up this allegation of treachery by Team Rick? That it's him who is simply trying to divide us and conquer? Did I put this bounty out on myself? Beat myself up? Knock myself out with a baseball bat, then drape myself with Crete's cape? Lot's of questions... no real answers. But to answer yours once again Allison I don't know how I'm going to focus on my match. All I know is... I have to.

Stank - You see Davin what's apparent to me is for as much as you don't give a shit about team unity right now... team unity doesn't give a shit about me. It's possible that someone... some COWARD on our own team wants me eliminated and they want Moose to do the dirty work. You know all about dirty work, don't you Davin?

Stank - I suppose you're right. The Davin I will be facing this time is a different one. I recall the one I faced before didn't need to bring a woman down to the ring in order to help secure a win. It's ok Davin. You did what you had to. I'm sure Phantos will forgive you in time. And hey, if you need to bring Sam down to the ring with you for our match... by all means, bring her. Bring Alex and Fire too if you want. As for me... I'll do this the way I have been for some time now... by myself.

Stank - My boys know better than to interfere in one of my matches. They did that once when I was World Champion... in the name of Team Rick. Now The Midnight Sons have pulled themselves off the front lines and Outback Jack has been Outback Jack. You won't see any of them at ringside, not because they don't want to help, or because they don't care, you won't see them because they respect me... something this different Davin Moreland I'm facing makes light of.

Stank - Blah, blah, bullshit you say? You're tired of being the watercarrier for Team Rick? Look, I'll buy the fact that you want to be World Champion. I don't blame you. I'll grant you that Bennett has fucked you over and done everything he can to keep you from the strap. I'll even buy that because of it you are more focused and determined to beat LD Williams for the championship than ever... but let's not pretend that you were ever the "watercarrier" for Team Rick.

Stank - You held the title of Assistant GM with contempt for your job, and feel you've been disproportionately punished by Bennett as a result. Sure you Paul Revered Bennett's bullshit when it started. I give you credit for that. You stood alone with Rick when most of us weren't on board. I give you credit for that, as well. But do not delude yourself into thinking that somehow all the shit you've suffered at Bennett's hands has somehow given you alone some sort of righteous high ground.

Stank - The number one contender spot you had Davin was one you EARNED through ABILITY, not entitlement. That's what we were fighting for on team Rick, was it not? You seem to have lost sight of that... not a hard thing to do when you're bullshitted out of that spot by an out of control dick like Bennett. Still... you haven't handled the adversity very well, have you? Cause now you're a different Davin Moreland than the one I faced before.

Stank - You couldn't handle the adversity of being the assistant GM during this war... and now it would seem you couldn't handle being the number contender. Well... who knows? Maybe if you hadn't thrown fire at that freak Poe... Bennett would have found some other way to cheat you out of your spot or maybe not. Maybe it's Alex's fault. Because if Alex weren't here, Poe wouldn't be here and then you would have never fucked up and... well we could go around that vicious circle all night, point is... shit happens. When it does you deal with it.

Stank - You choose to deal with it by becoming a different Davin. And hey... fuck it... we're talking about the number one contendership here, right? Who cares how every one else feels, right? You've got to do... what you've got... to do.

You be different Davin.

Me...? I'll be the same me that held the OOWF World Title longer than anyone else in this company. I'll be the same me who's stepped up and done what he can to take the fight to Bennett no matter the cost to my win loss record, what blood I have to shed, the pain I must go through, the concussions I suffer. I'll be the same me you couldn't beat before, Davin. You think this different you is going to run me over? Don't worry about me bringing my "A" game. You just worry about bringing yours, because I wager this different Davin...

... can't beat me either.

<Fade>

[Tommy]

*Davin Moreland is TAPING~!!~~! himself up in front of the Sony Multimedia Center with Samantha Darling. Conveniently, they just got finished watching Stank's promo.*

SD: Well, there you have it.

DM: Yup. I'm just privileged to share the same ring with him. Hopefully I can just bask in some of his reflected glory.

SD: *smirks* You're just intent on being as big an asshole as possible.

DM: Yup. That the plan.

SD: Ready?

DM: Yeah. Stay here, ok?

SD: You sure?

DM: Yeah. I'm sure.

SD: You want your baseball bat?

DM: Aren't you funny.

SD: I'll see if I can whip up a cape too.

DM: Wow, you are quite the cut-up aren't you? So anyway, back here. Stay.

SD: *glares* Woof.

DM: *pats her on the head* That's a good Sam. Now you be good and stay off the furniture and I'll give you a cookie when I get back.

SD: I'll tell you what. You win tonight, and I'll give YOU a cookie.

DM: Wow. Awesome. Are we sponsored by any cookie companies?

SD: No, I'd actually have to go buy some. I'm sure it won't be a problem in this town with a population of 12 or whatever.

DM: We'll be back in civilization soon enough.

SD: I haven't been to the States in forever. I can't wait.

DM: Well, focus on staying off the furniture for now.

*Samantha drills him with a hard right hand to the shoulder*

DM: Yeah. Ow. That will help.

SD: Go get 'em.

DM: I don't have a choice, now do I?

*he leaves for the gorilla position, trying to avoid the catering table; but notes that there's garlic chicken, and hopes that DH Magnusson hasn't gotten to it yet.*

*fade*

[fasteddie]

(Tytan wakes up to a phone call on his cell. He groggily answers.)


Tytan: Hello...yeah....Hey Frankie....I heard the news about Walter...It sucks...Paul called me last night...but yeah the man went through a lot of shit. It was his time to go...Yeah I will be fine for my title shot tonight. Thanks...this match will be for him tonight. Hey. When are you going to be wrestling again? There doing a character change with you like they did with Chris...keep me posted ...I'll talk to you soon. Bye.


RIP- Walter "Killer" Kowalski

[The Jewish Cunthead]

<FADE IN TO THE PALATIAL IHOP LOCKER ROOM - Skurge and SYB are relaxing in their IHOP-licensed LA-Z-Boy chairs with their Campeonas de Trios belts at their side>

SYB: *CLINK*

Skurge: …

SYB: *CLINK*

Skurge: …

SYB: *CLINK*

Skurge: For fuck’s sake, stop saying that, eh?

SYB: Sorry chief, I’m just glad to be wearing gold again. A Joo without gold is like a Canadian without beer.

Skurge: That might be the smartest thing you’ve ever said.

SYB: Totally. I'm thinking about the PPV today - shouldn't the tagline be "Come with me if you want to live"?

Skurge: That's Judgment Day, you hoser.

SYB: Oh yeah. What about Judgment Eve III: Even More Estevez?

Skurge: That's Judgement Night... you run Hollywood, shouldn't Joo know what's what?

SYB: Relax, Jack Tunney. So what does Campeonas de Trios mean anyway?

Skurge: What? I’m sorry, I don’t speak Spanish. But I think it means an old, old wooden ship.

SYB: No – that’s diversity. Maybe The Amnesiac knows. Where did that goofy bastard run off to anyway?

Skurge: He went off to run an errand, he said something aboot a big surprise.

SYB: Not another long-lost brother angle, I hope. If I was related to him, I’d want amnesia too.

Skurge: Go easy on him, eh? He left us shirts. Check it oot.

<He reaches behind his chair and throws a couple of shirts that land on SYB's clothesline, er, nose>

<The camera zooms in to reveal "We are Men of Action" and "Lies Do Not Become Us">

SYB: Inconceivable... I don't get it.

Skurge: Don't worry aboot it, Buttercup. Hey speaking of which...

<On cue, The Amnesiac appears in the doorway>

Amn: Skurge, maybe you should gag that big-nosed bitch of yours.

Skurge: I’ve thought aboot it.

SYB: I guess you’re the expert on that stuff, huh The Amnesiac?

<All 3 look at the camera before continuing)

Amn: Whatever Yentl. I found some insurance for our match tonight. Look, I found this unemployed giant right here in Greenland! Come on in, Fezzik!

<This huge fucking beast of a man ducks his head under the palatial door, lumbers in, and sticks out a massive hand toward Skurge and SYB>

Skurge <shaking his hand>: Hello… Fezzik, is it?

<Fezzik nods>

SYB <looking up at the 7’4” giant>: I feel like Nate Corbitt.

<Everyone in the room nods>

Skurge <to The Amnesiac>: Does he speak?

The Amn <to Fezzik>: No more silent treatment, I mean it!

Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut?

<Skurge and SYB exchange WTF looks>

The Amn: Sorry – he only knows a couple of lines of English.

Skurge: Huh. Well I’m glad you’re back, The Amnesiac. It’s time to talk aboot our match at OOWF Judgment Eve III Live From Qeqetarsaug, Greenland.

Fezzik: I only dogpaddle.

The Amn: Forget it, he’s rolling. Let’s talk turkey, boys.

<FADE OUT>

[Tommy]

***OOC***

There's like 12 exalts in that Solly.

[Riot Act]

***OOC*** What Tommy said.

Although am I the only one who doesn't know what SYB stands for yet?

[Outback Frito Pendejo]

OOC: Exalt! SYB stands for Solly Ya Bastard. Also, Pun is vertically challenged; film at 11.

[karmic]

***OOC***

It stands for TEH FUNNY! Exalt!

***OOC***

[Demko]

*OOC*
Hey! I helped with some of that! :-)
*OOC*

[Tommy]

Aug 31, 2008 16:53:45 GMT -5 Demko said:

*OOC*
Hey! I helped with some of that! :-)
*OOC*

*OOC*

Well, everyone DOES forget about THE Amnesiac after all.

[The Jewish Cunthead]

Aug 31, 2008 16:53:45 GMT -5 Demko said:

*OOC*
Hey! I helped with some of that! :-)
*OOC*

*OOC*

That's true - without you there's no Princess Bride shout out