MidWeek Mayhem (02/18) Live! From Springfield, SD
Feb 16, 2009 20:28:11 GMT -5
Post by Mr. Dashbee on Feb 16, 2009 20:28:11 GMT -5
Bryce Larson is SITTING~! in the locker room, having his wounds nursed by Farrah. The camera crew walks in, and Bryce isn't too happy about it.
BL: What the hell are you guys doing here?
Off camera voice: Your phone is going to ring in a few seconds. We're doing a split screen with you and Nayr.
BL: Nayr? Why? What's the point-- [Bryce stops as his phone rings] Ah shit.
Bryce answers as we go to split screen, with Nayr on the other end.
BL: Midget--
N: Wait, before you get pissed and hang up on me.
BL: Okay, fine. What is it.
N: Listen, I need your help.
BL: My help? With what? I'm not really in the helping mood right now.
N: Yeah, I heard about the attack. Sorry about that, man.
BL: Don't worry about it, it's not your fight.
N: It could be, if you just join The Heroes--
BL: Stop! Is this why you called me?
N: No, I need help...girl help.
BL: Girl help? Seriously? Fine. What questions do you have.
N: Well--
BL: Wait. Here it is...most of them unhook from the back. They have little hooks that fit together, and they're a pain to unhook. Unless it's a racerback, then you're on your own. If she's wearing one that latches in the front, you're in luck. One click and you've got a face full of boobies.
N: What...wait...I mean, this is great info, don't get me wrong. Can you text that to me?
BL: Sure. Now what's your real question?
N: Well, there's this girl at Hooters. I'm going to ask her out.
BL: Hooters girl? Is that really your type?
N: Well, she's different. She's shorter than the others, and wears glasses.
BL: They make entire porn compilations based on that description. Your type?
N: Yes--wait, they make entire compilations? Do they sell those?
BL: ...
N: Wait, don't answer that. Listen, she's different. I walked back towards the bathroom, and I saw her on break. She was playing her PSP!
BL: She was playing her PSP? Really?
N: Yes! She looked totally uncomfortable at Hooters, even though she worked there.
BL: Okay, this can work. So what's your plan.
N: I'm going to go to Hooters and talk to her.
BL: What, are you going to go to the hostess station and ask for her?
N: No...I can't...I don't know her name.
BL: They wear nametags!
N: Well, I didn't really look at her nametag.
BL: It was on her boob!
N: Really? Okay. I'll make note of that for the future.
BL: Okay--whatever--tell me your plan.
N: Well, I want to go to Hooters and get seated at one of her tables. I'll talk video games, and get her attention that way.
BL: It might work. Who is going with you? Gryfon? Blitz? Wrath?
N: No, I don't want to go there with them.
BL: What, Darling Man?
N: Um...no. No way.
BL: Then who?
N: Well, can you come?
BL: No! We're not partners anymore! You'll need to find someone else!
N: Come on...come on...come on...come on...
BL: That only works if I'm still talking.
N: Come on...come on...come on...come on...
BL: Stop!
N: Come on...come on...come on...come on...
BL: Nayr!
N: Come on...come on...come on...come on...
BL: FINE! I'll go to Hooters with you. Text me the address.
Bryce hangs up the phone. We see Nayr smile, and his feed is cut. Bryce kicks the camera man out of the room and goes back to nursing his wounds with Farrah. We hear her talking as the camera man leaves.
F: He just likes you, he wants to be your friend.
BL: What the hell are you guys doing here?
Off camera voice: Your phone is going to ring in a few seconds. We're doing a split screen with you and Nayr.
BL: Nayr? Why? What's the point-- [Bryce stops as his phone rings] Ah shit.
Bryce answers as we go to split screen, with Nayr on the other end.
BL: Midget--
N: Wait, before you get pissed and hang up on me.
BL: Okay, fine. What is it.
N: Listen, I need your help.
BL: My help? With what? I'm not really in the helping mood right now.
N: Yeah, I heard about the attack. Sorry about that, man.
BL: Don't worry about it, it's not your fight.
N: It could be, if you just join The Heroes--
BL: Stop! Is this why you called me?
N: No, I need help...girl help.
BL: Girl help? Seriously? Fine. What questions do you have.
N: Well--
BL: Wait. Here it is...most of them unhook from the back. They have little hooks that fit together, and they're a pain to unhook. Unless it's a racerback, then you're on your own. If she's wearing one that latches in the front, you're in luck. One click and you've got a face full of boobies.
N: What...wait...I mean, this is great info, don't get me wrong. Can you text that to me?
BL: Sure. Now what's your real question?
N: Well, there's this girl at Hooters. I'm going to ask her out.
BL: Hooters girl? Is that really your type?
N: Well, she's different. She's shorter than the others, and wears glasses.
BL: They make entire porn compilations based on that description. Your type?
N: Yes--wait, they make entire compilations? Do they sell those?
BL: ...
N: Wait, don't answer that. Listen, she's different. I walked back towards the bathroom, and I saw her on break. She was playing her PSP!
BL: She was playing her PSP? Really?
N: Yes! She looked totally uncomfortable at Hooters, even though she worked there.
BL: Okay, this can work. So what's your plan.
N: I'm going to go to Hooters and talk to her.
BL: What, are you going to go to the hostess station and ask for her?
N: No...I can't...I don't know her name.
BL: They wear nametags!
N: Well, I didn't really look at her nametag.
BL: It was on her boob!
N: Really? Okay. I'll make note of that for the future.
BL: Okay--whatever--tell me your plan.
N: Well, I want to go to Hooters and get seated at one of her tables. I'll talk video games, and get her attention that way.
BL: It might work. Who is going with you? Gryfon? Blitz? Wrath?
N: No, I don't want to go there with them.
BL: What, Darling Man?
N: Um...no. No way.
BL: Then who?
N: Well, can you come?
BL: No! We're not partners anymore! You'll need to find someone else!
N: Come on...come on...come on...come on...
BL: That only works if I'm still talking.
N: Come on...come on...come on...come on...
BL: Stop!
N: Come on...come on...come on...come on...
BL: Nayr!
N: Come on...come on...come on...come on...
BL: FINE! I'll go to Hooters with you. Text me the address.
Bryce hangs up the phone. We see Nayr smile, and his feed is cut. Bryce kicks the camera man out of the room and goes back to nursing his wounds with Farrah. We hear her talking as the camera man leaves.
F: He just likes you, he wants to be your friend.