Post by Rob Blondie on Oct 17, 2008 8:06:55 GMT -5
Your Favorite Actor, the Attraction, and the man that has married way too many succubuses in his short life…Rob Blondie…is getting fitted for a new suit by a very famous designer at his home when someone bursts into the room.
Man: Mr. Blondie, you’ve just been indicted by the grand jury for the…uh….building mishap.
YFA: (sighs) You busted in and distracted us for that? I told you to only interrupt us if it was important, Reilly.
Reilly: Sir, you could go to jail!
YFA: No, Reilly, I can’t. Men like myself don’t go to jail for something so simple. Especially since I am not guilty of what they have accused me of.
Reilly: Aren’t you afraid of going to jail?
YFA: Again, men like myself don’t go to jail. We have lawyers and lackeys that take care of those things.
Reilly: I’m your personal assistant, but I’m not sure I want to work for a man that is acting like a gangster.
YFA: So, you won’t be working for James Gandolfini or Al Pacino?
Reilly: That’s different and you know it…sir…
YFA: Perhaps, but real or not, it’s all in the presentation...
Rob looks in the mirror he is standing in front of as the designer continues.
YFA: …which is why I am getting fitted for some new suits. Now, Reilly, if you want to quit, by all means…but think about this…you signed a confidentiality agreement…
Rob looks very serious for a moment.
YFA: …and I take that VERY seriously. Loyalty, even if you are no longer employed, should be very important to you…and your family.
Reilly: Um…Rob…are you…I mean…yes, sir.
YFA: (Smiling in a very frightening manner) Good. Now, type up your notice and write yourself a good month’s severance check. Good luck to you, Reilly.
Reilly: Uh…yes…yes, sir! Thank you, Mr. Blondie.
Reilly walks out of the room. After the door closes, one of Rob’s “security” detail comes out of the shadows. Rob nods toward him and he leaves close behind.
YFA: It’s unfortunate when you must do ugly business. I know ugly business, as I’ve been in many of them….acting…wrestling…music…Amway…and now my new business. In a sick way, I have Kingpin to thank for getting me into it. If he had not been the biggest piece of shit since John Candy in a turd suit, I would not be where I am now.
The designer finishes up and leaves Rob as a maid enters.
YFA: It’s also unfortunate business that will happen this weekend as well, Chef Wang. You must face me in a time when my hunger for blood is at its deepest. You are placed in the ring with me when I am ready to make others feel pain.
Rob, half naked, stares out the window of his high rise tower.
YFA: Those who have caused me strife are beginning to see what Kingpin created. The monster he made is on the loose and is now hunting it’s creator and those who have harmed him. Ramirez, you are a bystander in my hunt…but if you have read Shelley, you know the creature has no qualms of destroying innocent life. Make no mistake, I will not care if I injure you, maim you, or end your pathetic wrestling career. You are simply standing between me and my creator.
The “security” member that had followed Ashley enters the room. Rob looks at him. The man simply nods. Rob smiles.
YFA: They say two wrongs don’t make a right. I say, they aren’t paying close enough attention to what is right.
End.
Man: Mr. Blondie, you’ve just been indicted by the grand jury for the…uh….building mishap.
YFA: (sighs) You busted in and distracted us for that? I told you to only interrupt us if it was important, Reilly.
Reilly: Sir, you could go to jail!
YFA: No, Reilly, I can’t. Men like myself don’t go to jail for something so simple. Especially since I am not guilty of what they have accused me of.
Reilly: Aren’t you afraid of going to jail?
YFA: Again, men like myself don’t go to jail. We have lawyers and lackeys that take care of those things.
Reilly: I’m your personal assistant, but I’m not sure I want to work for a man that is acting like a gangster.
YFA: So, you won’t be working for James Gandolfini or Al Pacino?
Reilly: That’s different and you know it…sir…
YFA: Perhaps, but real or not, it’s all in the presentation...
Rob looks in the mirror he is standing in front of as the designer continues.
YFA: …which is why I am getting fitted for some new suits. Now, Reilly, if you want to quit, by all means…but think about this…you signed a confidentiality agreement…
Rob looks very serious for a moment.
YFA: …and I take that VERY seriously. Loyalty, even if you are no longer employed, should be very important to you…and your family.
Reilly: Um…Rob…are you…I mean…yes, sir.
YFA: (Smiling in a very frightening manner) Good. Now, type up your notice and write yourself a good month’s severance check. Good luck to you, Reilly.
Reilly: Uh…yes…yes, sir! Thank you, Mr. Blondie.
Reilly walks out of the room. After the door closes, one of Rob’s “security” detail comes out of the shadows. Rob nods toward him and he leaves close behind.
YFA: It’s unfortunate when you must do ugly business. I know ugly business, as I’ve been in many of them….acting…wrestling…music…Amway…and now my new business. In a sick way, I have Kingpin to thank for getting me into it. If he had not been the biggest piece of shit since John Candy in a turd suit, I would not be where I am now.
The designer finishes up and leaves Rob as a maid enters.
YFA: It’s also unfortunate business that will happen this weekend as well, Chef Wang. You must face me in a time when my hunger for blood is at its deepest. You are placed in the ring with me when I am ready to make others feel pain.
Rob, half naked, stares out the window of his high rise tower.
YFA: Those who have caused me strife are beginning to see what Kingpin created. The monster he made is on the loose and is now hunting it’s creator and those who have harmed him. Ramirez, you are a bystander in my hunt…but if you have read Shelley, you know the creature has no qualms of destroying innocent life. Make no mistake, I will not care if I injure you, maim you, or end your pathetic wrestling career. You are simply standing between me and my creator.
The “security” member that had followed Ashley enters the room. Rob looks at him. The man simply nods. Rob smiles.
YFA: They say two wrongs don’t make a right. I say, they aren’t paying close enough attention to what is right.
End.
