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ROC: It is I checked it out they raise over 1million
dollars annually.
LL: Geez… Surprised we haven’t heard about it sooner with the
retards we have working for us.
ROC: Shhh one of them might hear you?
LL: What one of the retards?
ROC: No the people working pipe down. Don’t embarrass me and no fat
jokes.
ROC and Lucy go up to the event coordinator and shake hands and
commence with the small talk. Just as Lucy is telling the punch line to
a joke on ROC, Angie and Shannon come walking in.
AE: Lets get this done with, I got places to be.
SE: Hey it was your idea.
AE: And it will work I just don’t like small people.
ROC: HEY! No short jokes!
AE: Not that kind of small, Midget.
ROC: OH Ok… wait a second.
They take their seats at there respective tables. Angie and Shannon
have about 10-15 ex-hell’s angel types in there line. While Lucy and
ROC have about 200 Conan, Frodo, and He-man wannabes in theirs. The
first person crosses the line and lays a blue paper kinda folded and
crumpled in front of ROC. He is a black man with a gilligan hat,
sunglasses and Hawaiian shirt.
FAN: You’re like the greatest.
ROC: Uh hu… where and what do you want on it?
FAN: On the back… Yeah right there just your name is all I need
ROC: Yeah ok… Next.
FAN: Wait could I get Lucy to sign beside it… she is my Favorite.
ROC: Whatever.
Lucy: Same thing just my name?
FAN: Yeah that would be great.
Lucy: Haven’t we meet before.
FAN: Possibly I doubt it though.
Lucy: There you go… Hope to see you at the arena Saturday.
FAN: Oh you will trust me.
Lucy: What?
FAN: Nothing.
The fan nods over toward Angie and Shannon. They nod back and
Shannon stands up.
SE: Sorry, autograph session is over. We are going home.
ROC’s group of fans are disgusted and start throwing memorabilia at
the tag team. Angie and Shannon’s fans seemed to know this was going
to happen or something like it. Even one guy cheered.
FAN2: You FUCKIN RULE!
Angie and Shannon walk out the civic center as ROC and Lucy wonder
what just happened.
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