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| FADE IN: INT. INTERNATIONAL FLEET COMMAND POST NATHAN TERRENCE, HELENA VELETSOS, MOIRA WINDHAVEN, REBECCA SOLENIS, CASSIUS MARTIN, MORDECAI ARCENEAUX, JUBAL SOLENIS, SASHA ILLIET, GERARD MURAIDA, TREVOR DANIELS, BIANCA WESTERMIN, DONOVAN CRECHE, EJAN de ALTAMIRA, EVAN LITONG, CORRINA REYNOLDS, CAMERON SPENCER, and VARIOUS
OTHERS are assembled in a large conference area. CASSIUS MARTIN
(whispers to CAMERON SPENCER)
What's going on? Why are we all
here? CAMERON SPENCER
(whispers back)
No clue. But I hope it happens
soon. This is going to get ugly
very quickly.
The rest of the group looks around at each other. TREVOR DANIELS glares at MOIRA WINDHAVEN. NATHAN TERRENCE glares at CORRINA REYNOLDS. EVERYONE glares at NATHAN TERRENCE.
CREATOR
Enough of that. REBECCA SOLENIS
Oh, perfect. What do you want? CREATOR
I don't really like your tone. REBECCA SOLENIS
And I don't really like how you
kill people when you don't know
how else to advance a storyline. JUBAL SOLENIS
Eh? CREATOR
You shut up. Everyone line up.
There is much grumbling and shuffling of feet. GERARD MURAIDA, EVAN LITONG, CAMERON SPENCER and JUBAL SOLENIS compose the back row. CORRINA REYNOLDS, EJAN de ALTAMIRA, SASHA ILLIET and TREVOR DANIELS compose the second. BIANCA WESTERMIN, DONOVAN CRECHE, MORDECAI ARCENEAUX and MOIRA WINDHAVEN compose the third. CASSIUS MARTIN, REBECCA SOLENIS, and HELENA VELETSOS argue about who has to stand next to NATHAN TERRENCE. NATHAN TERRENCE stares at them coldly.
REBECCA SOLENIS
He was in your toon. HELENA VELETSOS
But you're so much better acquainted.
HELENA VELETSOS and REBECCA SOLENIS look to CASSIUS MARTIN.
CASSIUS MARTIN
Nuh-uh. REBECCA SOLENIS
Fine, but only because I
want to get out of here as quickly
as possible.
The front row is composed of HELENA VELETSOS, CASSIUS MARTIN, REBECCA SOLENIS and NATHAN TERRENCE.
EJAN de ALTAMIRA
(looks to CORRINA with a smile)
So... CORRINA REYNOLDS
Don't even think it. TREVOR DANIELS
(kicks MOIRA WINDHAVEN)
Oops. MOIRA WINDHAVEN
(elbows TREVOR in crotch)
My mistake. BIANCA WESTERMIN
(makes eyes at Donovan)
Hey, Don. Long time no see. DONOVAN CRECHE
Yeah.
(turns to MORDECAI)
So how are you? SASHA ILLIET
(snickers)
Feed them once, they follow you
everywhere. BIANCA WESTERMIN
Fuck you, Illiet.
SASHA ILLIET
Not in a million years, cupcake. CREATOR
Come on, people, focus. You all know
what you're supposed to do right...now!
There is a stunned silence.
NATHAN TERRENCE
No. CREATOR
Yes, everyone, and be cheerful.
The members of the BACK ROW shrug.
SASHA ILLIET
You've got to be fucking kidding me. CORRINA REYNOLDS
I don't sing. HELENA VELETSOS
Neither do I. CREATOR
You do now. REBECCA SOLENIS
(tired sigh)
I've done worse. Whatever. MOIRA WINDHAVEN
This is ridiculous. I assume we
can't get back to work until we've
done this? CREATOR
That's right. BIANCA WESTERMIN
Well, I don't mind. Let's just
get it over with. SASHA ILLIET
(snickering)
You say that a lot, don't you? CREATOR
Alright, on three! One...two... CORRINA REYNOLDS
I do not sing. EJAN de ALTAMIRA
Ah, what a pity. I suppose we'll
just be trapped here for a bit
together, so I'd better introduce
mys- CORRINA REYNOLDS
Right. Make it fast. CREATOR
Any more objections? Or can we get
started? NATHAN TERRENCE
(crosses arms) CREATOR
Do it, or I might be forced to
advance your storyline.
NATHAN TERRENCE glowers, but uncrosses his arms.
CREATOR
Now then! On three! One...
two...three! EVERYONE Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday dear Adam...
Happy birthday to you! CREATOR
Perfect! That wasn't so hard!
Now sing BINGO!
EVERYONE groans.END Happy birthday, Adam.  From ALL of us. |
| Date: Oct 09, 2002 on 09:09 a.m. |
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last updated at Oct 09, 2002 02:32 p.m. (1 times)
Well, sweet pappy Johnson, I can't imagine following up after an act like that.<siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh> My thunder has been stolen. I guess we'd better just get to the best part.... the presents! Ahem. In honor of Adam's birthday, I have written a poem. <clears throat> Here goes. THE TURTLETurtle-- oh magnificent creature of the sea,
With a shell like armor, to protect him from me!
He's got flippers to swim fast away... But don't flee
Because Turtle, we like you, and look-- I'm knife free! He lives underwater and eats shrimp and skrill-a
But Becca says he really doesn't carry salmonella!
Now take this from me, cause I've got to tell ya,
The turtle is one supercool nifty fella! He carries his home on his back-- ain't that neat?
And he can hide in that shell, from his head to his feet!
If you think that's the coolest, then he's got you beat
Cause inside his shell, man, it's beyond l33t! There's a computer, a phone, and a Playstation 2
Oreos; the plain kind, and chocolate cream too!
It's a crazy party, worse than a loose zoo
And all night long, you can hear screams of WOO! Now see what I mean when I say he's the best?
I wouldn't hurt him-- that was only in jest!
He's shibby and awesome and never a pest,
The turtle is bodacious, so I hope you're impress't! Sadly, I'm now done with lavishing praise,
I know it's not much-- I could have gone on for days!
But I hope that now you too are in love with his ways,
Because turtles, yes TURTLES! are the hottest new craze!
Tada!
Happy Birthday, pukeface! |
| Date: Oct 09, 2002 on 02:31 p.m. |
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