Post by Marcus T on Dec 25, 2008 1:36:52 GMT -5
***Everyone has a price... Even deep down in the coldest part of the North Pole, greed tends to work it's way around the ice bergs and hungry whales. That's why, tonight, Santa will be driving... In style.
Santa makes his way to his infamous ride and notice Marcus standing next to it.***
Santa: Can I help you?
Marcus T: No, I'm going to help you.
Santa: Is that so?
Marcus T: I'm here as an consultant for many different powerful companies around the world.
Santa: Is that so? So what news do you bring me?
Marcus T: Money.
Santa: I don't need money.
Marcus T: I guess making all those worderful toys for the kids are free?
Santa: We have a great charity.
Marcus T: I have a better one.
Santa: Does not mean that it is the right one.
Marcus T: No it makes it a Marcus-deal.
Santa: You fake your death and you think you are entitled to run my operation? That make no sense.
Marcus T: No, it makes no sense that you don't want advertisement.
Santa: You want to whore out my sled for some corporat companies? Are you crazy?
Marcus T: Not just any ole companies, but companies that I approve, and yes I am a bit on the nutty side.
***Marcus places a nascar sticker on the side of the sled. He does the same with a MLB sticker.***
Marcus T: Your deers will have their name changed.
Santa: Are you crazy, you are messing with hundreds and hundreds of years of tradtion.
**Marcus rolls his eyes.***
Marcus T: On Microsoft..
**The sound of a whip cracks.***
Marcus T: On Apple... American Airlines... NIke... On Juggernaut ENT...
**Santa eyes are large in amazement. He can't believe the nerve of this guy. No respect given, this guy is all business and attitude.***
Marcus T: Rudolph red nose is now sponsored by GE Lights, if his nose goes out while guiding your sled tonight, you will replace it with only GE Light bulbs.
Santa: That is is god giving nose.
Marcus T: Good, then we don't have to worry about supplying you with light bulbs, I will just stamp GE on his nose.
Santa: Have you given up on hummanity to a point you are willing to destory it?
***Marcus eyes scan the room before his answers. He does this in order to annoy Santa.**
Marcus T: By the time I am done, I will be responsibile for the death of this earth.
Santa: Why?
Marcus T: Why not?
Santa: This is god creation, not yours. This is like a kid going around knocking over sand castles that others have built.
Marcus T: Maybe god should have built a better earth. Or maybe for once in his exsistance, he should have listen to an old nemesis named Lucifer and not place man above the angles.
Santa: You are part man.
Marcus T: And part god. I am gods son just like Jesus. Only, I am that son that broke apart from the family to see what the universe has in store. The gosple was not enough to feed the hunger. I started my own heaven called Juggernaut Ent, we don't judge, we just carry out orders. You can call us The Juggernaut Consultant. The devil wants a church, he should name his price. God wants that same holy ground, he should place a higher bid. If Jesus tries to step in we break him in half.
Santa: When it is all said and done, who side do you stand on?
Marcus T: My own. I will not side, I will not judge any other sides for better or worse. At the end of the day it is not my battle to fight, I just profit.
Santa: How do you profit?
Marcus T: Juggernaut Ent will show people, believing in a bunch of overated history books like the bible means nothing if you never stopped and tried to get to know your god with your own inner spirit.
Santa: You have?
Marcus T: Don't sound so surprised, now if you dont' mind, you have some gifts to deliever to a bunch of hungry kids down in Africa.
***Santa digs in his red Rebook bag and pulls out a presents already wrapped, on the side it says "Sponsored by: Craft Food." Santa looks up to bitch Marcus T out some more but, to his surprise Marcus is no longer in site.***
BBMT
Not Pimping Jesus
He pimps holidays
and Icons.
Santa makes his way to his infamous ride and notice Marcus standing next to it.***
Santa: Can I help you?
Marcus T: No, I'm going to help you.
Santa: Is that so?
Marcus T: I'm here as an consultant for many different powerful companies around the world.
Santa: Is that so? So what news do you bring me?
Marcus T: Money.
Santa: I don't need money.
Marcus T: I guess making all those worderful toys for the kids are free?
Santa: We have a great charity.
Marcus T: I have a better one.
Santa: Does not mean that it is the right one.
Marcus T: No it makes it a Marcus-deal.
Santa: You fake your death and you think you are entitled to run my operation? That make no sense.
Marcus T: No, it makes no sense that you don't want advertisement.
Santa: You want to whore out my sled for some corporat companies? Are you crazy?
Marcus T: Not just any ole companies, but companies that I approve, and yes I am a bit on the nutty side.
***Marcus places a nascar sticker on the side of the sled. He does the same with a MLB sticker.***
Marcus T: Your deers will have their name changed.
Santa: Are you crazy, you are messing with hundreds and hundreds of years of tradtion.
**Marcus rolls his eyes.***
Marcus T: On Microsoft..
**The sound of a whip cracks.***
Marcus T: On Apple... American Airlines... NIke... On Juggernaut ENT...
**Santa eyes are large in amazement. He can't believe the nerve of this guy. No respect given, this guy is all business and attitude.***
Marcus T: Rudolph red nose is now sponsored by GE Lights, if his nose goes out while guiding your sled tonight, you will replace it with only GE Light bulbs.
Santa: That is is god giving nose.
Marcus T: Good, then we don't have to worry about supplying you with light bulbs, I will just stamp GE on his nose.
Santa: Have you given up on hummanity to a point you are willing to destory it?
***Marcus eyes scan the room before his answers. He does this in order to annoy Santa.**
Marcus T: By the time I am done, I will be responsibile for the death of this earth.
Santa: Why?
Marcus T: Why not?
Santa: This is god creation, not yours. This is like a kid going around knocking over sand castles that others have built.
Marcus T: Maybe god should have built a better earth. Or maybe for once in his exsistance, he should have listen to an old nemesis named Lucifer and not place man above the angles.
Santa: You are part man.
Marcus T: And part god. I am gods son just like Jesus. Only, I am that son that broke apart from the family to see what the universe has in store. The gosple was not enough to feed the hunger. I started my own heaven called Juggernaut Ent, we don't judge, we just carry out orders. You can call us The Juggernaut Consultant. The devil wants a church, he should name his price. God wants that same holy ground, he should place a higher bid. If Jesus tries to step in we break him in half.
Santa: When it is all said and done, who side do you stand on?
Marcus T: My own. I will not side, I will not judge any other sides for better or worse. At the end of the day it is not my battle to fight, I just profit.
Santa: How do you profit?
Marcus T: Juggernaut Ent will show people, believing in a bunch of overated history books like the bible means nothing if you never stopped and tried to get to know your god with your own inner spirit.
Santa: You have?
Marcus T: Don't sound so surprised, now if you dont' mind, you have some gifts to deliever to a bunch of hungry kids down in Africa.
***Santa digs in his red Rebook bag and pulls out a presents already wrapped, on the side it says "Sponsored by: Craft Food." Santa looks up to bitch Marcus T out some more but, to his surprise Marcus is no longer in site.***
BBMT
Not Pimping Jesus
He pimps holidays
and Icons.